Ode to my black chandelier

"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 idea Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight?"

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Shallow - maybe. True - absolutely!

Beauty feeds my soul...PERIOD!