How do I love thee? Countless are the ways,
To depths and heights where appetite does soar,
For steak or veal, for lamb or filet's sweet embrace,
In yards of cheese and pounds of meat, I adore.
By glutton's need, with fervor, my love grows,
With dieter's greed, so frantic and so dire,
I love thee purely, as the old tale goes,
With passion that a gourmand's heart would fire.
My love knows not an end, except when full,
A love diminished only by a feast,
For some, love's like a rose; for others, wine or wool,
But love, through food, our bond has increased.
When hunger strikes and leaves you feeling low,
By food, my love for thee will always show.