Like Browning, I ask 'How do I love thee?' I love thee as I once did myself, Asking happiness for me. Now I ask it only for thee. I ask it of the sun that goes down And the pale morning light That relieves me of my dream-ridden night; I ask it of the dawn chorus that it may herald for you A day free from pain; I ask it of the rain In which you joy to lift your face; I ask it of the wind in the wood Through which you walk That it might blow through your head And bring you back to bed And me. How do I love thee? I cannot really tell, For it is a pain Like a no known ache, A pain with which I would not part, For I treasure life, And life is my heart, And my heart is you. — Catherine Cookson, from *Just a Saying*
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What I love the most about the book though was the letter written on the very first page:
"Give to you with my love,
And to say we love you."
Signed by A. Mary. I don't know who this person is but they must really love whoever the original owner of the book is. It's just sad that it had to be donated away, but I'm glad because now, It's with me.
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I love this poem so much. I read this a year ago from a random book I grabbed in our school library that I forgot to bring back, so for years, I just kept it hidden. I went through it the same time I was starting to develop feelings for the person I've been dedicating my poems to and I couldn't stop talking about how mesmerized I was, reading this.