Flaming June's Love

XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861) 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 candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a 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 breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

"Ashes" Ashes to ashes and dust to dust that's what has become of our love and trust Love has no direction cause love has no aim love can leave you as fast as she came Meeting is such sweet sorrow cause someday we may have to part hush don't you make a sound you're gonna let me down Good things come to those who wait but good things are gone from those who are late All that I am is all I can give but with or without you my life I must live Meeting is such sweet sorrow cause someday we may have to part hush don't you make a sound you're gonna let me down Living ain't easy since you've been gone no one else can please me or make me feel home Forgetting ain't easy you stay on my mind thoughts of us haunt me can't leave them behind