by Angelean Hendrix
| How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and width and height Analysis can prove, when dimensions out of sight For the ends of Optimizations and ideal attracting solutions. I love thee to the level of every proof’s manipulation And most quiet subtly, much to De Morgan’s delight. I love thee completely, in finite cover to be right; I love thee purely, and for challenges application raise, I love thee for your lucidity and breadth use In my vain attempts at convergence, and with my cloddish programming gait. I love thee with every reference I lose With every hour I have to give -I love thee with the pain, brain cells, and insights of all my life! -and, if the universe choose, I shall but love thee better after Thesis Defend. |