How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways…

In the summer
in the fall

In the kitchen
in the hall

In the closet with
the light out

In the morning when
it’s bright out

chicken tetrazzini,
or before my
third martini

Laborday or new years eve
twice on Sundays….
would you believe?
when I’m sleeping
or awake

even during
coffee break

every day and every minute,
and every single second
in it.


shakespear er náttúrulega bara æði.

Bætt við 19. september 2006 - 18:34
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