My Dearest Perfect Tosca:
How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love thee with the breath of fresh kibble
and to the heights I can jump a fence
I love thee to the level of the highest frisbee
and to the depths of the biggest hole I’ve dug
I love the with a passion beyond any bark
I love thee freely, as I run
Begging whimpers of all my life - and if your mom chooses
I shall but love thee better when we meet
-Charlie