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 every day
The quietest 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.
Ah what a lovely morning sun it is
Just look out of your window and see
Feel the air and feel the positivity
Smile as you start your day with it
Your fears will go bit by bit
It's a lovely day so you do cheer
My love, have an amazing day
So that you prove to be right every way