Bitchiness is not a Crime

Just another woman who try to look wise

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.

(I’m not in love… it’s just one of those poems that moves me)


June 20, 2009 - Posted by | Love


  1. 😦

    Comment by haniifa | June 22, 2009 | Reply

    • beautiful, yet sad…

      Comment by hapitri | June 22, 2009 | Reply

  2. Love,
    I could feel thine and promise thee mine…
    tho’ I often just pretending blind
    if the way I choose is the way it should
    if mine is weak or moreover fake….

    Forgive me my Lord…

    Comment by Irawan Danuningrat | August 7, 2009 | Reply

    • ;D

      don’t you just love classic poems?!

      Comment by hapitri | August 8, 2009 | Reply

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: