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.