Long are the days without you
Endless are the nights
When you are not here

I count sheep
I count my thoughts
I count the words
That I could have spoken with you
And the words that you
Would have spoken

I mumble to myself
Walk around aimlessly
Try to busy myself with some unfulfilling work

I scroll through my feed
Chuckle occasionally, half-heartedly
Wait

Then I go back to counting sheep
I resume
Twenty-five thousand
Four hundred and thirty-three

Twenty-five thousand
Four hundred and thirty-four

All wise men fear love
They say love is for fools

I used to consider myself wise
And be proud of it too
But now I must exclude myself
From that elite group

For I am in love
I don’t mind now
Being called a fool

What I don’t understand
Is what’s it about love
That makes it so intimidating

Love is to be cherished
Passionately enjoyed
Sought and chased

Love is not to be denied
Delayed or rejected
Or turned away
Or fled from

Perhaps it requires the right person
To focus that love upon
Without the right person
Love may become something
To be afraid of

Having the right person
Is a luxury
On which no price tag
Can be placed
I am lucky to have you
You are priceless
You make me fearless
I want to keep being a fearless fool

I wanna grow old
I wanna laugh out loud
I wanna strike gold
And dance on clouds
All the things I wanna do
I wanna do them with you

I wanna wake up
I wanna lie awake
Make a snowman
And bake a cake
All the things I wanna do
I wanna do them with you

I wanna crack a joke
I wanna feel the rain
I wanna sing a song
Again and again
All the things I wanna do
I wanna do them with you

I wanna whisper
With you
I wanna disappear
With you
I wanna own a throne
With you
I wanna be alone
With you
All the things I wanna do
I wanna do them with you

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