Bonnie Cote

(Pennsylvania / York)

How Much Do I Love Him


there is no way to gauge how much i love him
how much does a plant love the sun and the rain?

there is no way to measure this love from within me
i am silenced though i endless babble searching for a good word

morning breaks and his face is there
this is a miracle to me

no matter how many times he whispers 'i love you'
my soul melts from the vibrations of the sound

i knew him when i saw him
and i dreamed of him daily, prayed for him, daily
and now he is here

how much do i love him?
well...

you tell me
how much water is there in the ocean?
how much space in infinity?

Submitted: Wednesday, April 07, 2010

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