27 August 2011

when a song sings

From one, to two, to ninety three
I see many reasons you belong with me
and the happiness I know is only
the beginning.

All the rest is of your doing;
what you say and see and  how
you look at me
when I am not looking at you,
it is more than a song could sing.

If, of course, a song could sing.

But where numbers lead
stretching far and wide
over the earth
and through all time,
nothing can stop
and nothing could change...

How I love thee,
let me count the ways...

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