Love Counts The Hours

Love counts the hours before it's gone. O he loves me, he loves me not… "What has he forgot", "have I lost the plot". Love counts the hours before it's gone. Every minute is another anniversary "Love sings songs from my nursery days". "Here's the church, and here's the steeple" Today, I kissed the sunset of her rosy blush. For no other reason than I felt I must. "Open the door and see all the people". Secretly - I wiggled my toes, kissed her nose It's, then she slipped out of her bridal clothes. "Here's the parson going upstairs, The devil makes a play for all our woes. So, we two climbed our very own stairs. Here am I now, thanking all my prayers. Love counts the hours before it's all gone. All those anniversaries packed into fraying nylon.