I’m counting my blessings
as I lie here in bed
recalling your face
and the words that you said,
the look in your eyes
when I saw you last week,
that long ago touch
of your hand on my cheek.
I’m being consumed
by a love I can’t speak.
But if I could,
I would try to explain
how it’s worth it to suffer
immeasurable pain
and be born into form
on this physical plane
again and again and again and again
for the chance to be near you,
just once,
and proclaim this love –
only this love, only this love…
For this is the nectar
my living is worth.
This is my purpose,
my reason for birth;
it was not for some future
my mind could conceive
and not for the deeds
my will could achieve.
It was only for love,
only this love.
And just like these song notes
that rise and decay,
everyone here will soon pass away –
even this room
and this planet someday.
We can only assume
that God planned it that way
so we wouldn’t get lost;
but the price we must pay
for playing this game,
is that nothing remains –
only this love, only this love.
I have no idea
what the future will bring
or how many songs
I have in me to sing,
how many chances
I’ll have to express
the depth of this love
and the ways I’ve been blessed,
or how many times
I’ll be put to the test
for love, this love.
But despite all my faults,
I hope you can see
past the tales told by others
and the ones told by me
to the heart of my heart
where a river runs free
untouched by the mind’s sense
of how things should be.
And you can know me,
as I can know you
and trust in this love
we know to be true
and only this love,
only this love,
only this love, only this love.