How Shall I love you? (in Imitation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s ‘How shall I love thee?’)

How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43) 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 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.

 

How do I love you?

  In Imitation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

  I love you to the depth and breadth and height At the moment when the spirit does sight,

  A sky with no limit , all heady and ablaze.

  I love you in the most irritating moments of the days When you forget to call and are often so late.

  I love you like the spirit, shunning wrong or right.

  I love thee as I want, at times just a trace.

  And then with the passion I set to chase All I want, the dreams to live, the walls to scale.

  I love you with the love I seem to lose Every time I give up those. I love you as I inhale,

  the joy and pain and all in between; and, if the spirit choose, I shall but love thee better after next cocktail.