the lines of my mind….only count the times,
and in the context of this rhyme…i wonder if you could count the signs..

I would write if I could, but have you ever known what it’ll be like to write forever…
lines of explicit content, yet filled with treasures.
and when your partner tells you, “Just write for my pleasure”
you couldn’t find the length to describe her insurmountable measure

to high from normality to even really care,
where even when grounded the earth feels as if air were there

to high away from the whisperers who speak of the fatalities involved with lovers intertwined
Yet Capulet and Montague couldn’t be further from our minds

you are mine, and divine with thine are we.
and even when the closest rebuke our love we fear not budging for our minds are on a permanent flee

so i ask you to escape… escape the rhymes between the lines of which you see
and tell me how many signs point to the fact that this is true…
I LOVE YOU