Clone Wars Day- 50

Somebody said I was funky cool!

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breath and height.

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight.

For 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 the 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 seem 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.