Countdown

I count the mornings left to see then count them once again for me I count the hours then count once more like waves returning to the shore

the minutes move but much too slow for every part of me must know how it will feel to hold you near and whisper words for only you to hear

to see your eyes to touch your hand to stand with you where you now stand to steal a kiss, to hold you tight and thank the Lord for that sweet night

until this ocean lies behind I count the days till you are mine.