You always want to me to tell you how much I love you.
And I always ask you to count the stars.
You just rolled your eyes and never did.
You never got my analogy, did you?
You can count the stars, but it would take too long.
The result will always be the same: a lot.
That how I would describe my love for you.
There's so much there, it would take forever to get through.
And the end result is the same: I love you a lot.
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Poetry"A poem begins as a lump in a throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." - Robert Frost.
