Countless

What is there to count when love flashes by?
No nights of fevered dancing
To learn the way the nearly beloved moves
No lazy coffee steam
To gaze across, dissolving into each other's souls
No rain-drenched kisses
To wash away the echoes of heartbreaks past

What is there to count?
Surges, pulses, glimmers of recognition
Darting glances catching darting glances
Chaste kisses that skirt the mouth
Surreptitious caresses of tousled hair
Tangled hurried words
To say it all, it all, before time falls apart

There is so much to count when love flashes by
Like snowflakes in a blizzard
Cherry blossoms in the March rain
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There is too much to count