The Girl With The Glasses

Poems for my sunshine,

sorry no stories

A classic

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'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 the 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

She brings light to my darknessWhen I too long have looked upon your face,Wherein for me a brightness unobscuredsave by the mists of brightness has its pIace,And terrible beauty not to be endured,I turn away reluctant from your Iight,And stand irresolute, a mind undone,A silly, dazzled thing deprived of sightFrom having looked too long upon the sun.Then is my daily life a narrow roomln which a little while, uncertainly,Surrounded by impenetrable gloom,Among familiar things grown strange to meMaking my way, I pause, and feel, and

hark,Till I become accustomed to the dark.

You and I were meant to be

I'd give you anything just to be yours It's been a long time since I saw you Now that you are here

I will not leave you

There is something about you and I That brings us together

No matter the situation

We will always find ourselves together This time round

Let's make things different

I pledge to let nothing come between us Let our love shine!

I loved you first: but afterwards your IoveOutsoaring mine, sang such a loftier songAs drowned the friendly cooings of my dove.Which owes the other most? my love was long,And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong;I loved and guessed at you, you construed meAnd loved me for what might or might not be —Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong.For verily love knows not 'mine' or thine;'With separate I' and 'thou' free love has done,For one is both and both are one in love:Rich love knows nought of thine that is not mine;'Both have the strength and both the length thereof,Both of us, of the love which makes us one.