How do I love thee? Let me count the ways,
The golden wood and sweet melamine white
The penmarks from students of other days
The noon sun pouring through the skylight
There are tea stains glistening in the sun
There's power for my laptop to consume
In summer days you and I were one,
The library a quiet, earthly tomb
But now, the moment when I need you most
Others have taken my place in your heart
With autumn's chill and cold winds off the coast,
Others sit here, and you and I do part
I weep, and yet always return for more
I love thee still, sweet carrel T4