Count the Stars

Count the stars in the sky
Count the leaves on a tree
Count the blades of grass in a meadow
Like a rainy Sunday
or day old bread
You have to love them regardless
I might not know how much I love you, but I love you more than stars in the sky, and leaves on a tree. More than the blades of grass and rainy Sundays. I love you more than day old bread.
I love you more every day, so maybe that should sum it up.
I dont know how much I love you because I love you more every day.Sh. It's a secret, how much love I had.