Originally posted by SuzianneHow Do I Love Thee? (Sonnets from The Portuguese #43, written circa 1845-46)
And oh yeah, on topic, Love Stinks.
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 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.
(By Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 -1861)
Hey, Suzi, if you've got a beef about love please take it up with Elizabeth
or the love of her brief life Robert Browning. (aka RB) lol.
"What is "Love"? Whether you're a man or a woman, experiencing authentic romantic love, exclusive rapport and fulfillment (as opposed to puppy love or physical lust) to the maximum involves saying "No". Saying "No?" Yes, to the wrong person in the wrong place at the wrong time. So that you'll have the once in a lifetime opportunity to say "Yes" to the right person in the right place at the right time.
Sonnet 116
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! It is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
–William Shakespeare
