How do I love thee? Sonnet 43.

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 an ideal grace.
A Red, Red rose. – Elizabeth Barret Browning

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune. – Robert Burns

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