I count each hair on her eyebrows while she sleeps and it somehow seems right, every night just the same,
just a game.
almost like counting sheep but I keep it my secret, her eyelids flutter now and then,
I lose count and that's when I know,
that love has no limit for me.
In the timelessness of her sleep where the magic is in the dreams that we keep and her eyes look and lock into mine and each dream every time it's the same, just one more of another counting game.
Her name on my lips every breath I exhale, each moment that fails me she's right there behind me to offer assistance, to try and I do or the distance between me and you would be the mountain that I have to climb,
No limit,
I'm in it until the end and if the end ever comes,
there's always replays and reruns
to look forward to.