COUNT THE WAYS

Let me 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.

 

Tight black pants and your blue blouse,

Makes me go crazy and gets me arouse,

Your sweet soft innocent touch,

Makes my heart gushing and makes it rush.

 

Let me count the ways that I love that lady,

She makes me laugh more than Carson Daly,

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.

 

Let me 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.

 

I’ll be waiting for you in eternity,

Will fly across many new cities,

Too see the world from up above,

Your spirit is what I now love.