[Pablo Neruda] How do I love you? Let me count how many ways. I love you to the deepest, broadest and highest that my soul can reach, seeking beyond the visible limits of Being and ideal Grace. I love you to the smallest needs of every day in sunlight and candlelight. I love you freely, while men fight for Justice; I love you with purity, while they turn away from flattery. I love you with the passion of my old sorrows and with the faith of my childhood. I love you with a love that seemed lost to me - when I lost my saints - I love you with the breath, the smiles, the tears of my entire life! And, God willing, I will love you better after death.