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 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.
Then Almitra spoke again and said... "And what of Marriage, master?"
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
ove one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
A good marriage must be created.
In the art of marriage the little things are the big things…
It is never being too old to hold hands.
It is remembering to say “I love you”, at least once each day.
It is never going to sleep angry.
It is having a mutual sense of values and common objectives.
It is standing together facing the world.
It is forming a circle of love that gathers in the whole family.
It is speaking words of appreciation and demonstrating
gratitude in thoughtful ways.
Marriage is the union of two people in love,
And love is sheer magic for it's woven of
Gossamer dreams, enchantingly real,
That people in love are privileged to feel- But the "exquisite ecstasy" that captures the heart
Of two people in love is just a small part
Of the beauty and wonder and miracle of
The growth and fulfillment and evolvement of love-
For only long years of living together
And sharing and caring in all kinds of weather
Both pleasure and pain, the glad and the sad,
and the bad,
Teardrops and laughter, the good
Can add new dimensions and lift love above
The rapturous ecstasies of "falling in love"-
For ecstasy passes but it is replaced
By something much greater that cannot be defaced,
For what was "in part" has now "become whole"-
For on the "wings of the flesh," love entered the soul!
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