The Barrett Browning Version
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach," Well, yes, OK, that's right,
But, see, I'm trying now -- have been for days --
To say the stuff that old Liz Barrett says
With words that sound, or look, like I would write.
So I've been thinking, searching, up all night
To find, to form my love's own honest phrase.
My hidden depths are few. But what I am
Is yours to see, to have, to hold, to keep,
As it has been since we began: I'm true.
And if I could, my aim would be to cram
Your sonnet full of words that say how deep
My love. I guess that's it. So will it do?