How Do I love Thee
by Elizabeth Barret Browning

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 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.

I've just finished reading a book by Lurlene McDaniel and I think it's really beautiful.There are 3 stories in a book,all with a connection to the poem above.The way the stories were written in connection to the poem is really fantastic.I think it's one of the best books I've ever read.It's titled How Do I Love Thee and you should read it.It's really great.The poem is so sweet too.

On a lighter note,I finally found my missing PRPS pe t-shirt that I got my friends and teachers to sign on the last day of school.I knew I'd stashed it somewhere,but exactly where I didn't know.When I cleaned up my cupboard last year,I couldn't find it.I thought it was probably somewhere else.Then when I cleaned up my cupboard again a few days ago, (mind you,I didn't clean my cupboard out of my own will.My dad forced me to) it was still missing.Then my sister told me that my mum already threw it away and I was so upset I almost cried.You may think it's stupid to cry over a pe shirt but hey,the shirt is precious to me okay.Then when my sister was cleaning up her side of the cupboard,she found the shirt and passed it to me.I screamed so loud that now I've got a sore throat.My stupid ass of a sister knew it was there all along only she didn't tell me.Now can you blame me for hating her?I swear, younger siblings were just sent to this Earth to make our lives a living hell.