Who so loves believes the impossible.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
You were made perfectly to be loved – and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
Light tomorrow with today!
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.
For tis not in mere death that men die most.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.