“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways” and
let me write for you for a lifetime and use all the ink
I can find to try to tell you what I hardly have the mechanics to express.
(Even when I’m trying!)
A new dawn of love is rising over our little white apartment
and when the light slips through the blinds I look over at my alarm clock
and you stir just long enough to tell me it’s only seven and that the day has barely started.
You help me keep it together (even though I’ve never had it together)
and the mystery and the universe contained inside you always reminds me
of new ways to count and shows me that I had no idea what my bright red heart was capable of.
Oh be with me, keep me into the storm of your love,
kiss me goodbye every morning and as long as the wind has lungs
let me attempt to tell you–to capture just a whisper!– of what I feel for you.
