OUI moved heaven and earth for a rose garden. Have I ever told you why. Let me count the ways. I have decided to compare it to Sonnet 43.
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 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.
Rose Garden How Do I love Thee? Let me Count The Ways.I love thee To The Depths Of My Soul. I go to the garden alone at dawn. I see drops of dew glistening on rose petals and one of my favorite hymns, In The Garden fairly bursts my heart. For my quiet need by moonlight I contemplate how Moonstone and Sugar Moon a pure white rose at dusk can emerge reflective and incandescent. By candlelight bouquets of roses will take-over and dominate all the color in a room. Every other color in the room fade to the glory of the colors of the bouquet. All eyes that enter the room will be drawn only to the petals of the flowers of the roses in the vase. For this simple work to be one with the plant and soil, free and pure this love is returned infinitely for the effort we give. And yes I love thee with a passion for no hobby can contain a heart felt expression of emotion like I have for that of the love of a rose garden. Even unto death.