Counting the stars
A drudgery
An impossible quantification -
But science
Predicted this a long, long time
Ago in the era of erudition.
Let's count
My love for you darling.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight…
Endless.
Meet me at the tryst,
We'd die counting.
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