How does I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee British accent that fumes from your mouth,

Sounding like a majestic french horn playing into dawn

Which makes my heart tingle.

I love thee humor that you provide,

So relaxing like sitting in a canopy by the lake

Reflecting about life.

I love the way you snark at people who do not follow what you order

I love the way you connected with me in class

I love the way you stride in confidently with people that are foreign to the way you speak.

Ivor Melmore, I love thee with so much burning passion

That I wanted to make a sculpture of you out of clay,

And I want you to see it, so please come back for another day.