How Much Do I Love Him - Poem by Bonnie Cote
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?
you tell me
how much water is there in the ocean?
how much space in infinity?
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