I've tried to count the ways I love you...
this is a task of impossibilities and misdemeanors
for when I reach a certain number I forget where I am, Then -
have to start at the beginning, but then my love is stronger
I've sat and stared at your picture, wishing it to come alive
hoping you would speak to me, say some words of advice even
nothing is ever forth coming from within...or from with out?
maybe I'm trying too hard, maybe not hard enough?
I've cried many tears over our love, such distance, such wetness
wringing out my hands like a wet cloth I feel you within me every minute
wiping my brow I touch you, kiss those wet lips tender moist like mist
swooping from the mountain sides, yet you are invisible still to me...
This I know is a sign of true and faithful love, everlasting...
Copywriter B R Walker