Sonnet 43
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways
I love thee to the activation height
Of neurons which co-specify a site
In a notional semantic space
I love thee through the level of everyday's
Hormonal balance, waver as it might
As ductless glands work overtime at night
And undersleeping leaves me in a daze
I love thee with a passion that ensues
From reading verse, and placing all my faith
In generalised cod-sociologic views
Of normal human actions, which efface
The pattern of my life, though if God choose
I might converge upon them after death.