 | the ways that i love thee let me count them here past twenty three i love thee in the morning, what soft light i love thee at noon high and at midnight with the soft wind upon your face i love you at a close and familiar space i love thee when all has abandoned me and when i have friends all around to see i love thee more then the sun and moon i miss you when you have left but soon and it is you i think about morning, night and noon because you are the only one to hold my heart, an eternal swoon... |  |