Dear 100 Hour Bard,
How do you love me? Please count the ways.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee as a sailor loves the night;
Your eyes are as deep, your soul as bright,
It guides me home through the storm-toss'd maze.
I love thee as I love the sun and its rays
That send me comfort, love, and light;
As a good book at its story's height,
Tho thy suspense and plot have the greater praise.
I love with the respect I'd love my queen;
With the awe I grant the heroes past
Who faced distress'd distrust, yet vast
Tenacity kept them strong and clean.
I love thee as the snow falls on the green—
Pure, each flake unique from the last,
Each minute with thee falls soft and fast,
Each moment a new and welcome scene.
I love thee with the trust a captain loves crew
Not to do the same, but to do the just.
Since my finest traits appear for you,
I love thee as a host loves his guest;
As a friend loves another true,
For thou art my friend, and thou art my best.
-100 Hour Bard