“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 every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a 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.”

What a captivatingly poem by Elizabeth Browning, isn’t it?  Don’t you wish we were all together with her in a beautiful garden, drinking our favorite tea, while listening to her read some of her splendid works?

If I wanted to let my love know that I love her, then I would frame this picture in an elegant frame, hand-write this poem on scented flower-printed paper, wrap them both in dazzling colored wrapping-paper, knock on her door on a lovely Sunday morning, greet her with a soft good-morning smile, and without saying much, simply give this to her. 

This is how I’d want to say I Love You one beautiful Sunday morning.