How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning-
2 comments:
So... You love literature and so do I...
Just to add a little spice while hmmm waiting for that so slow Yahoo! Beta I might as well write...
Men are Men
Men are men when they are but only ten.
They pretend to be strong all day long.
Men think they are men when they exchange a sword for a pen.
They prove that they are strong with a voice louder than a gong.
Men are men when they act like men.
They lead you through every trouble due;
but men are only men when they admit they are men.
They admit their weaknesses and leave to God all their feebleness.
Men are truly men when their knees are bent in prayer in their secret dens...
12:09 a.m. Solo Deo Gloria
~Eldin Tan
yup,ive love to read really lots of it but i just cant write one.Huh!its really true that,its only when we recognize the strenght that comes from God, where we become the strong and best person we ought to be.
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