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.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are read more

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of read more

When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I read more

I got you to hold my hand
I got you to understand
I got you to walk with me
I got you to talk with me
I got you to kiss goodnight
I got you to hold me tight
I got you, I won't let go
I got you to love me so
I got you babe!

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know read more

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know it\'s a dichotomy.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
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When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.