i cannot count the ways

i cannot count the ways

how much do i love her i cannot count the ways
to wake in the morning or to sleep in the evening
as fantasy and reality blur turn moments into days
adoring the adorning believing turns to deceiving
how much do i love her i am unable to measure
as drifting thoughts focus remembering the scent
the heart flutters astir the anticipation of pleasure
all other hearts are bogus the soul has been spent
how much do i love her i cling to the very dream
lying awake in the dark night will the hope repeat
liquid eyes skin of silken fur a taste of rich cream
to touch the mark might create the holy complete
how much do i love her she lay wrapt in my arms
how much do i hunger and search for her charms