If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

Witch, scholar, poet, dreamer, and the rest...

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.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.