How Do I Love Thee?
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 every day'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.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861
Rhian reading to me Sonnet 43 at the foot of our bed. We woke up late today, because yesterday was the last taping day for TRMD. She was sitting there very pretty while I'm laying down and watching her attentively.
When she finished reading the Sonnet, I picked up my phone.
"Baby, wait there I will respond to your sonnet. I remember this during high school literature." I told Rhian.
"Sonnet 18."
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
- William Shakespeare, 1564 - 1616
After I read it to her she crawled on to me and she started kissing my face then to my neck. She makes small bites on my neck and I just can't...
"Ah! Baby, don't you think it's too early for this?" I hush and panting.
She stopped for a while and glanced at me, "Baby, it's your fault. You sounded sexy while reading that freaking Sonnet 18." Rhian muttered with grin on her face.
"What shall we do now?" I tease her.
"I'll take care of it, baby. Just relax." She whispered on my ear. Her hot breath tingles me and I felt my cheeks turned red because of that sensation.
