Based on "How Do I Love Thee" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My arm can reach, when turning on the light

To discover the sheets wound up tight.

I love thee to the level of digging though an almost made bed to find 

Thy remote, tucked out of sight.
I love thee freely, while putting pillows upright;
I love thee purely, on the verge of a fight,

I love thee with that passion put to use, 

Struck that even our CHILDREN took my bed making cues,

I love thee with a love I temporarily lose
In discovering The Singular Task you didn’t choose,

I love thee with morning breath,inertia, bed head
Smiles, tears, of all my life!- just, for God’s sake,
I shall but love thee better if you made the goddamn bed.