Sonnet-O' Wondrous of Ways

How do I love Thee? Let me count the ways, I love Thee beyong the coldness of death, No matter where Thee go. I shall love Thee till the end of time, til the oon turns bright red or till the sun is no more. I love Thee with nothing else behind me, No one else to interfere the time on earth. I love Thee strong, bright, till the very end. Time passes so fast, but yet you are still beside me. I love Thee, with love that can last till the day that I past. O' so many wondrous ways that I love Thee. How can I count The so many ways That I love Thee?