What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes... Elizabeth Browning

First time he kissed me, he but only kissed, The fingers of this hand wherewith I write, And ever since, it grew more clean and white. Elizabeth Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways, I love thee to the depth and breadth and height, My sould can reaqch, when feeling out of sight, For the ends of being and ideal grace. Elizabeth Browning

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach... Elizabeth Browning

If thou must love me, Let it be for naught, Except for love's sake only. Elizabeth Browning

Who so loves, Believes the impossible. Elizabeth Browning

Two human loves make one divine. Elizabeth Browning