There’s a poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning said about How Do I Love Thee?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breath 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 every day’s

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light

I love thee freely, as men strive for rights

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise

I love with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love a 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.

*(thee = you)