Can you count the times the waves have crashed against the silent shore? Multiply that ten fold, and know I love you more Can you count the stars that shine thru darkness each and every night? My Love would show their numbers sparse, stagnate and finite Can you calculate the earth's rotations, from the dawn of time? I've loved before I knew life, with vigor pure and prime Can I count the ways, you've shared your love and healed my shattered soul? Mere numbers have no value.... Your love has made me whole
LADY A
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Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on March 30, 2004
I can only count ro 10 if my shoes and sock are off Lady A. You can count to the stars. You are blessed with talent. Bill Murray
A real beauty and for my library !
I keeping missing your poems...our timing is out! I'll catch up, I promise.
~Chrissie :)
Reviewed by Mark Mahoney (Reader)
Reviewed on March 29, 2004
This is a belting poem Anita, moves along at my pace and packs more than a punch its got the lot,you have a grat way with words your sense of rhthmn is spooky...and i mean that in the nicest possible way, anyway thanks for the buzz, hope this finds you ok...Mark xx
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I keeping missing your poems...our timing is out! I'll catch up, I promise.
~Chrissie :)
I can't count very well but I would definitely count your poem among my favorites.
Excellent Anita!!
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beautiful poem!
Just pulling your leg Anita....this is a most
beautiful poem...it is simply lovely...floria
some very beautiful thoughts
when you write a poem! Brava Lady A!
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