My love poem for you

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 everyday'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 a 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.

XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)

I Have Little, But I Am Rich

If I do not have eyes, I will sing my words.
If I do not have a voice, I will write to praise and protest.

If I do not have legs, I will train my arms to lift me up.
If I do not have arms, I will play soccer for a living.

If I do not have a home, I will pack light and move around.
If I do not have things, I will invite everyone I know to stay at my home.

If I do not have money, I will collect soda cans for pennies.
If I do have money, I will not buy soda.

If I do not have a lover, I will go for a romantic dinner with my friends.
If I do not have friends, I will travel the globe and find godparents in every place.

If I do not have anything, I still have love.
If I do not have love, God will love me, so I can love in return.

[And if I do not have life, Ben Breedlove tells me to have peace about dying.]