Let me count the ways.
I love thee for thy bookcases in thy living room.
I love thee for thy grandparents who were warm and loving and kind.
I love thee for thy clothing choices. And for thy rocking heels. (thou dost make me say pow!)
I love thee for thy serious looks.
And I love thee for thy dancing like no one is watching.
I love thee for thy family images that show how much thou dost lovest each other.
And I LOOOOOOOVE thee for thy archway.
Oh, how I love EVERYTHING about thee. Except, that thou went and moved to New York when thou is one of my most favorite clients ever.