How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the depth of sleepless nights
My eyes will puff just to have a glimpse of your sight
For the end of each season I longed for more
I love thee to the level of everyday’s chore
Most quiet need, by wine and cheese
I love thee freely, as you slice abductees
I love thee purely, as they turned into pieces
I love thee with a passion each day it increases
I love thee with a novel in hand
With my lost wits—I love thee with the book’s strand
With eyes closed tight I dream of you
I shall love thee better when the season is through
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