As they grew old together he wondered:
How many moments have they shared in all their years?
How many times have they said, “I love you.”
How many smiles?
How many tears?
How many whispers?
How many kisses?
How many walks along a stream?
How many hugs?
How many wishes?
Who many hopes and dreams?
How many Christmas’s
How many summer vacations?
How many drops of morning dew…
How many family dinners?
How many children and grandchildren too?
As he attempted to count the moments
and set them them all to rhyme…
he thought…
perhaps this is what love is…
Losing track of how many times.
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