This is one of my favorite poems. It’s words reach you on a level that no one can describe.
How I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth, 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 the 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 childhoods faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose.
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath
Smiles, tears, and of all my life; and if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 1801- 1861
I love you Daddy♡