On certain days I simply mull over a thought, a picture or a story. Today, I simply can not shake off Robert Browning & Elizabeth Barret Browning--one of the greatest love stories ---she, an invalid sickly lady elder to him by 6 yrs & he a dashing robust man---it was the beauty of the words that bound them together & how beautifully she wrote:
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth & breath & height my Soul can reach
When feeling out of sight,
For the ends of being & ideal grace--------
and the last lines,
I shall but love thee better after death"
Such depth of emotions, & such love is but rare to find & experience now a days. Methinks we have become so jaded that such experiences are beyond our ken now.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth & breath & height my Soul can reach
When feeling out of sight,
For the ends of being & ideal grace--------
and the last lines,
I shall but love thee better after death"
Such depth of emotions, & such love is but rare to find & experience now a days. Methinks we have become so jaded that such experiences are beyond our ken now.
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