Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

Give a little love to a child, and you get a great deal back.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

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 everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men 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.

I have a heart with room for every joy.

I have a heart with room for every joy.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Promise me you'll never forget me because if I thought you would, I'd never leave.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.