Please forgive my plagiarism; but when I think about you, I can think of nothing else 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 everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. 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. Hotwater
Dear Marie, My love for you burns like the fire of a thousand yeast infections. I collect your hair for dental floss and draw pictures of your armpits. I've enclosed some pus from my favorite fungal infection in a vial on a chain to wear around your neck. You're fucking sweet, man. Right on, Mona
Funny I just read some of her work last night. Perhaps that's where the idea stemmed from. Had to read "Cry of the Children" too. That one is heavy!
Write you a love letter? But you have not taken me out and bought me dinner. If I wrote you a love letter, you would think that I am easy. Just sayin