Let Me Count the Ways

If before and after I had the choice I'd choose to love thee all over again I'd Love with every beat, flowed through my veins Tightly gripped to keep within my arms reach I'd Love thee freely, amongst stars that gleam Being reflective light in hazel eyes To capture and seal a bottle un-found Un-Quested for no map of ones treasure Buried in the pit of my souls fire So when awakened I'd only know Love My chest being the wonder of the world Let me count the ways of natural forms Motivated un-sensed material But need to be with the other half of I'd Love thee much like weathered rooted trees Aged passed century's of its trunk's rings Like a historical park protected, Only naturally changing man kind To Love among-st the seasons range