December 7, 2010

I shall but love the after death.

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 might 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
tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I love you.
YOU are the reason I live;
You make life worth living.
You are my strength.
My love.
My most true and precious Friend.
My lover. (and a good one... just sayin';)
My Reason for BREATHING.
May sound cliché,
But you are THE REASON.
and you will be for eternity,
just doesn't seem long enough.
I love you with every heartbeat.
Happy Birthday Baby.

Our Angel Baby