Do you measure your love for him for all the times you have forgiven him for the shortcomings? Or the times he made you cry and yet you still choose to hold him close when the night comes?
But is love even measurable? For when you cannot help yourself to fall in love with him, even more, each day? Is love measurable when you know it is him that you’ll choose to find and love for all your lifetimes?
Write to him words of love that come from your heart. Whisper them to the air, for him to breathe in. Get your words here at 1Love Poem today.
Author: Elizabeth Barrett 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 of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
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.