This is one of my most favorite poems that I wanted to share. It is a classic even if it is cheesy...
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 everydays'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 child hood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,-I love theewith the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
By Elizabeth Barret Browning