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

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

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

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

Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.