"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."

"Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being."

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach"

"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."

"Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being."

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach"

"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."

"Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being."

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you"

"I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach"

"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."

"Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being."

"Earth's crammed with heaven...But only he who sees, takes off his shoes."

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of being and ideal grace.I love thee to the level of every day'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.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 useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith 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."