Den kærlighed...

Om få dage er det Valentins dag, og hvis man hører til den romantiske type, burde man måske recitere et lille digt... ;-)

Et af de mest gribende kærlighedsdigte, jeg kender, er skrevet af en kvinde - nemlig Elizabeth Barrett-Browning. Hun forelskede sig i Robert Browning, men da hendes far var imod forholdet, giftede de to sig i al hemmelighed og flyttede til Italien. Parret levede lykkeligt sammen i 15 år, før Elizabeth døde i sin mands arme. 

"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."