Counting

Just thinking of my love for you ,and a way that I can measure,
Its like counting ,gold doubloons ,and hidden pirates treasure,
like counting twinkles ,from the stars ,and rays from off the sun,
Or every bodies Christmas laugh ,from everybody's fun,
Counting litres in the sea ,or birds that sing at dawn,
Or salmon braving uphill swims ,try count their eggs at spawn,
Or blades of grass at Wimbledon ,or tons of sand on beach,
Or hand fulls ,of fluffy clouds ,you cant ,they out of reach,
Needles on a pine tree ,insects in the soil,
All the Chinese in the world ,and all the hours they toil,
All the notes in musicals ,all the branches on the trees,
The beating wings ,on flies and wasps ,and stripes on all the bees,
These things are behond me ,and I guess behond mankind,
Each day I try and work it out ,my love ,my life ,my find.

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