How do I love thee...

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My glass can reach, when feeling out of sorts
For the ends of thirst and ideal grace.
I love thee to the fill level of every glass'
Most quenching need, by cork or screw top.


Hear that noise???.....that's Elizabeth Barrat Browning spinning in her grave, that is.