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.