How do I Love thee? Let me Count the ways

I have a spiral red diary. It is a collection of coloured leaves of thick papers. The person who gave it to me said that printers and binders keep them as a sample to show their customers and allow them to pick their own choice of paper for the book jackets. It is made out of recycled (and probably Khadi paper) giving a roughness that fascinates me. I started writing poems and scriblled on this diary. This one from Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861), I first read in The Hindu sunday suppliment long back. It was declared by the writer of that piece as one of the most romantic poems of the last century.

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 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.
------Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861).