(After How Do I Love Thee, Sonnet 43, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
That my warming-up arms can reach, when stretching to the moon
For the cow that jumped over it and fell too soon.
I love thee in every shabby room above every pub
On every broken down stage, by strip and by lime-light.
I love thee freely, to Zip to Zap and Boing
I love thee purely, to Yes and to And
I love thee with a giddy passion that is the long and short (form) of it.
I love thee with a love many seem to lose
As they grow old and the world becomes less playful.
I love thee with the breath, smiles, laughter, of all my life
From the tips of my fingers to the toes of my converse enclosed feet.
I love you though you leave me with nothing,
For though I am poor in pocket, I am rich in twatting about.