(Errr....I feel I should add that this is intended to be taken as a parody....)

Vintage suitcases, 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.

Images: The Style PA, A Beach Cottage, fclo, az central, This Next, skcnis, Elite Choice, A Beach Cottage, House Beautiful, Poetic Home, Luxist, sfgate, The Passionate Home, unknown, 1st Dibs

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning