COUNT THE WAYS

© RYAN GUILEY (WRITTEN MAY 2015)

Can I count the ways that I love that girl,

There must be over a billion ways that I know,

I miss her eyelashes and her curls,

I miss her sweet voice that makes me glow.

 

Holding her hand and watching her smile,

I miss the smell of her skin and her style,

I want you to be next to me while I kiss you,

I love you very much if you knew.

 

I’ll be waiting for you by the lake,

Many leaves have fallen as I rake,

New leaves will come that summer day,

Too see you again with your shining rays.

 

Can I count the ways that I love that lady,

She makes me laugh so much, always daily,

I miss her laugh and her unique glitter,

I’ll even drink tea with her even if it’s bitter.

 

I wonder if she is in good hands,

I wonder if she can ever make a stand,

What have you possibly done for these years?

Only I know what kind of clothes you wear.

 

I’ll be waiting to give you an embrace,

To see your sparkling pretty face,

I feel that you will come back to my arms,

Hopefully you will be alright and not harmed.

 

Can I count the ways that I love my old wife,

She’s my crutch and represents my life,

All we do is sit in our rocking chairs,

But I can’t confess, I’ll I do is stare.