How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love procrastination? Let me count the ways
While wandering in a nameless void far-reaching, so deep and wide and tall
My brain goes missing. I’m catatonic, facebook glazed and googled.
I fear the internet might end tomorrow and I with it.
To-do lists that I’ve made have lost all power as I drag my feet
And ponder. I am pensive. I put on hold, protract, postpone.
I choose to dawdle freely as the piles grow deeper,
To linger purely based on no ambition.
No passion fills my breast for expidition
Of the tedious mess of tasks that fill my life.
The morning wanes, though what is lost but time and brain cells?
I’m breathing still, no tears and few regrets.
Suspended in the grip of sweet boondoggle –
I shall but love thee better after lunch.