My dearest,
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... I love thee to the length of the power line stretched out across our yard, merrily burning through its insulation.
I love thee to the depth the electrician had to drill to properly ground our house.
I love thee to the height of the new standpipe sticking out of our roof to support the new electrical wires.
I love thee to the level of the evening's need, as we tried to read by candlelight.
I love thee freely without reserve, I love thee purely even when I'm on my last nerve.
I love thee with passion, I love thee with tears, I love thee despite all my fears.
More, my dearest?
I love thee with hope that the money to pay this bill will be there.
I love thee with faith that all will be well, that we will get through this too.
I learned it from you.
Always,
Yours
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