Can you count the wind?
I can count each separate breeze as it brushes through the leaves and trees.
I can also count each ray of sun, the beams igniting one by one.
A mote of dust, a grain of sand
Each separate bit my eyes can land,
I can't count you.
The hair you toss over your shoulder,
The calculative stares from eyes that smolder
The smiles that play around your lips,
Your vocal cords that issue quips
It's all the things that i can't count
The things that make you paramount
in my eyes.
My eyes that see, full of stars,
my eyes, that see exactly what you are.
And yet I still can't count you.