If I ever took an accounting, dear,
I'd find you said you loved me
Several times a day, I'd hear,
On into the weeks and months and decades spent.
And if I recollect again just right,
I would have dreamed of you a million times
Through all those millioned dream filled nights
When I said I loved you, too.
Yet, there still remains a heavier reckoning
Of the untold times your eyes have given life
And the untold times your arms were beckoning
With molten lips and a whispering breath that were yours.
But even more so given to the sum,
Is the simplicity of the cipher
As I realized that the time of loving you is only one
And it started when you said, "I do".
