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

I love thee like a drop of dew loves the light of dawn.  I love thee as stars love night's deep embrace.  I love thee as the storm loves the sea; as the tree loves the land; as the clouds love the sky and as the snow loves the mountain's peak.  I love you in your absence; indeed I love your absence as much as I love you.  I love the pining needfulness that follows your departure like a gently settling mist, the stillness of your heart elsewhere beating, the infinite tenderness of my lips unkissed by yours. 

I love our love for the countless sweet illusions which rise up from it when I am isolated.  The ethereal beings of my lonliness are my most favored companions; they come to me when you do not, they come from me which you can not, they hold me like a cold mist embraces a homeless cat.  They hold me.

I love thee wherever else you are.  Do not hurry back.