Love
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnets from the Portuguese
In plainer words
Love is too large for one sentence, so she starts counting. Real affection lists its reasons instead of declaring them all at once.
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“Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.”
— William Shakespeare · Love
“Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”
— William Shakespeare · Love
“O my Luve is like a red, red rose, that's newly sprung in June.”
— Robert Burns · Love