mariamons

I meet an angel, the day I meet her love poems for her

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 everyday's    Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.    I love thee freely, as men might 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 choos

I know how often I took you for granted when I was growing up. I always assumed you'd be there when I needed you… and you always were. But I never really thought about what that meant till I got older and began to realize how often your time and energy were devoted to me. so now, for all the times I didn't say it before, thank you, Mom…I love you so very much!