021 Poem by Ghi Palmares

l can always count on you for your eyes.
When everything turns ugly,
You see the beauty inside.

l can always count on you for your ears.
When everyone refuses to hear,
You were there to care and listen.

l can always count on you for your lips.
When l'm weary and troubled,
You speak the words of comfort.

Perhaps only time can tell
When this counting
Shall end.

Yet l can always start
From the beginning...
'til l reach you my friend.