Work Text:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee past the depth and breadth and height
Thy frame does reach; when feeling out of sight,
Eloquent air biscuits always amaze.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet creak, by sun and dim street light.
I love thee freely, for thy strength and fight.
I love thee purely, more than any chaise.
I love thee with the passion put to fart
To help most all who come in through this door.
I love thee and thy hidden gentle heart.
From my perch, I look down and I ask for:
Fewer star charts, more time for (Swedish) martial art,
A chance to stay near thee forevermore.
