Nada Gordon

How do I love thee? let me count the weaknesses.
I love thee to the dereliction and breakdown and helicon
My sound can reach, when feeling out of signal
For the endeavor of Belief and ideal Grade Point Average.
I love thee to the levitation of evidence's
Most quiet negative, by sundae and candor
I love thee freely, as most menageries strive for Right-to-Life;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praline.
I love thee with the passivity put to use
In my old griffons, and with my chill's falconer.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost salaams, -- I love thee with the breech-cloths,
Smoke detectors, tear stains, of all my lifeguards! -- and if Godiva choose,
I shall but love thee better after death instinct.