I count the ways I love you
my fears I count those too
I count our moments of rhyme
our time in time
our mind to mind
I count on you
I count the women I’ve known
all the stones and moans
love and lays
and many ways
I love a woman true
in this I count you too
I count the bread I break
the stake I stake
the cake I bake
with you
I count all this
never have I counted bliss
young woman in the way
I love you this day
© Rothya James Patterson