How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height of
My cup and cream, when drinking dark, not light,
For the best of beans and ideal Sumatran.
I love thee for the gift of everyday's
Morning brew, aroma and roast.
I love thee freely, as men strive to wake up;
I love thee purely, as they face the day.
I love thee with a passion for single source
For my waking needs, not lame house of Maxwell or other cans.
I love thee with a love that needs not approval
of sinners or saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! And, if God choose,
I shall but love thee forever after death.
With apologies to EBB
Peace to you.
© LW Publishing 2011
"For my waking needs, not lame house of Maxwell or other cans."
ReplyDeleteI only mean to be affiliated with Maxwell House cans. Not actually drink that creek water.
haha, very nice. a keen improvement on a sappy love poem.
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