how
much do I love thee
my dearest'
how much do I love u Liz?
...and I count which way...
eins, two, three, four...
sechs it is...
...no, wait, I should be true
with these there may...
I love thee so I say...
with the force of a full blown
senate trial...
...and by the way
...tell the mooning snowmen couple
"hallo" from me...
I love thee to the level
of everyday's thoughts,
by sun and oil lamp-light...
I always think of you
when I dust with might
the kitchentable...
I love thee truly, deeply, madly...
I love thee for reasons
that aren't entirely clear
to me -- but are my dear
compelling nonetheless...
considering my own
shortcomings and gifts
all wellknown...
I love thee with the frenzy
of a one-legged man
in a butt-kicking contest...
...and the energy of a bullfrog
in a frog jumping competition...
I love thee with a love
I seemed to lose with my
lost X-rated video collection...
I love thee with all the joy
hot massage oil may provide
never mind the flanel sheets...
honey I love you as much
as the brullee I daily
serve and eat...
I love thee, when I watch
the redwoods tall
gently touched
by air in motion,
kissed by the sun,
showered by the rain...
I love thee like a breeze
of fresh ocean air,
it makes me crave much more...
just like a sail
I want the wind...
...as I pad'dle through
the dol'drums of desires...
...as I grow older...
...and, if I'm lucky,
I'll be able to keep it up
-- not only this
the romantic stuff --