Thine I Need A Quite Majority

How it is that i like thee? Courtly are thy manners to me. how i liken too with thee with it's depth and width and size. and which my heart it can never reach, i feeling out of the sun it's sight. forever the ends thy to be and of ideal paths thine grace. liken thee of thee on the level 'loves' everyday'. Quiet thine majority of need, by the sun and gleam of candle. loves liken thus too thee freely, Quiet thine majority of need because the men; thus tested to obtain mine the line sweet strung heart. liken it too thee and so purely, because they turn oft around l/it's praise. likened too thee with thy passion and put away and as l' used it; In my old sorrows, and with my childhood' faith of friend. likens thee with a love that seemed to glow with mine lost saints, - thee i love with thy breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, me but thee i love better after mine death.