Who's counting?
Karl Lilje

The millionth word you said to me
the thousandth time you looked
the hundredth time you held my hand
the tenth you understood
the second time that I met you
I knew that you were mine
the first time that I dreamt of you
I took it as a sign
once I was a frightened boy
too ashamed to love
threatened by my humanness
forever hand in glove
now there is no limit
to what I'll say or sing
one thousand lines I'll write for you
but, hey, who's counting?