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How do I love thee
By: Elizabeth Browning

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 being and ideal grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quite 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 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 and tears of all my life!--and, if god choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

How can thy beauty Ruin thy hearth?
By: Benz Gamallo

I know you love me, you need not tell me.
I know the depth, the height, the breath, your love.
Our souls will fly as glorious as doves.
For the sleepless nights making love with thee.

Everyday's can be measured a life time.
Thy love quite need sun nor candle light.
Together we strive for right form thy bright.
Thy love as pure as thy praise for thy kind.

As passion from thy love is used to thee.
In with thy old griefs, from thy childhood's faith.
Can thy love from thy be lost from thee?
Thy lose saints, with the breath of thy love's hate.
smile, tears, of all my life, and if god love thee,
You shall love me even after death.