How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee from edge to edge and from rim to base
My hands do reach, when eyes can not yet see
For the warmth so freely given
I love thee to the level of every early morning
Most needed, in those hours when a haze still covers.
I love thee freely, as
I love thee completely,
I love thee with the heart like many an office worker
In my reawakening state, and with my digestive too.
I love thee with a love I find hard to break
I love thee with the breath of a cold morning, at the strike of 11am
When the afternoon sleep descends upon me
When I need thine strong hands to hold my head up for me
I love thee with every sip I take, like a magic touch you awaken me
I shall but love thee just as much tomorrow morning
Oh coffee how I love thee.
