Feb 13, 2010

To My Valentine

Once upon a time, we used to write letters to each other. Lots of letters. Copious letters. I have them all saved in the wooden box the tea cup is sitting on. We were just dating and I worked at a camp for the summer and didn't have phone or internet access. Thus, writing the old fashioned way. I lived for those letters and received one almost every other day. Since those first letters, Tone has written me letters and notes for birthdays, valentines, and anniversaries, and I have all of those too. He's not a very verbal man in expressing love, rather he expresses it much better with his actions, but for some reason, he writes me the best letters. His letters can fill my "love cup" for months. Mine just aren't as good. So sometimes I use the poets to express myself.

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 the 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 the with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seem to lose with my lost saints
I love thee with the breadth, smiles and tears of all my life!
And if God choose,
I shall but love the better after death.

~Elizabeth Barrett Browning, "Sonnets from the Portuguese, XLIII"

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