Elizabeth Browning opens her poem with ''How do I love thee?''?

She answers with a steaming pile of hyperbole, enough to make one vomit! TRUE!

Well, here's the poem, so you can see it:

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 every day'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 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.

My answer would be to look at what she says immediately after that question in the poem and then to list a few of them.