Am not a poetry kinda person, more of a prose one. Yet there are times when i am totally bowled over by poetry. But prose i like more. Because hidden meanings and undertones are so difficult to get, and after a while, its just tiresome.
This one i came across 1 year back and still marvels at it. So i think i would like to share it with you.

Sonnets from Portuguese. Elizabeth Barrett Browning

how shall i love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
my soul can reach,when freezing out of sight
for the ends of being and ideal grace

I love thee to the level of every day's
most quiet need; by sun and candle light
I love thee freely, as men strive for bright
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old grieves and my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love i seem to lose
with my lost saints-i love with the breath
smiles, tears, of all my life!--and if God choose
I shall but love thee better after death.
-fin-

how is it??
i dedicate it to all my friends who have known what is it to love truly. So i think that covers a lot of people.