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

I love thee to the depth of your casino and breadth and height of your hotel towers which my soul can reach when feeling out of sight of your spinning wheels and reels and flashing lights. To the end of being and ideal grace you beckon me try your tables yet one more time.

I love thee to the level of everyday's bargains and deals and coupons worth .001ml. Most quiet need, by moon and florescent-light, I wish the pit-boss would stop looking at me.

I love thee freely, as men strive for the right, left and center lanes -- "Front Desk, oh but please give me freely a suite upgrade."

I love thee with a passion put to use in my jacuzzi suite, even in my old grief's, and with my childhood's faith in waters that run not too deep.

I love thee purely, as I turn from praise, and simply call for room service.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose on the pass-line. With my remaining comps, I love thee with the breath, smiles and tears of all my other lovers. Oops!

And, if fate choose, I shall but love thee better if you would just let me cash out.

Adaptation of Elizabeth Barrett Browning's "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..." (1806-1861)

© Copyright: All Contents