Oh inky soapstone, how do I love thee?
Let me count the ways:
I love the depth and richness of thy color. . .
and the wispy veins that flow upon thee.
I love thy texture and thy shape,
thy silky smoothness and thy soapy talciness.
I love they way you set off my cabinets and make my appliances shimmer.
I love thee with smiles and tears, with sighs and long glances.
I shall love thee here. . .and I shall love thee elsewhere--
should we ever move and have to install thee all over again.
And I love that my cabinets will be all in by the end of the day. Yeah!