if i were my love for thee

Were I my love for thee,
boundless would my being be
in veneration of what has and will continue to be
in hopeful precognition I decry,
though I laugh as this is my reality
limitless insanity if crazy is my love for thee

I love you, I want you, I need you,
My wish?
To see you, to hold you, to steal a kiss.

One-hundred and twenty-one days or seventeen weeks
Thousands of minuets smiling hundreds of rosy cheeks
One goal paramount, to see eight further months pass by
So that after a year’s total I shall know, not a second was squandered, as I look into your eyes.