How do I love thee, let me count the ways .

    The graceful and impetuous beauty of Erica Jane and the young restless heart of Joaquin is captured in the series of images resonated by the poem I grew up with that speaks to me of the true and old art of courtship. Penned by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 1845-1846 Sonnets from the Portuguese.


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 might strive for Right;
    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
    I love thee with the 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.