Stafford. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
For thy depth of brisket, breadth of chest and height,
For thy stunning movement, perfection out of sight,
For thy cheerful nature and ideal Grace,
I love thee for thy spirit and everyday's,
Most loving need, by morning and by night.
I love thee freely, thy strength and glorious might,
I love thee purely, thy heart not turned by idle praise,
I love thee with such passion, temperament put to use,
In playing and in daily meeting, with childlike faith,
That this love we share, we could never lose,
Or be sundered - I love thee with my very breath,
Thou art the joy in all my life! - and, if God
Choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
by Elise Thomas with reference to Browning.