21.30 27-06-07

All the rose gardens of Engand
couldn't bloom enough petals
to be the blood cells
in my flushed cheeks.

And all the honey combs of the country
wouldn't build a candle bright enough
to outshine this glow.

And all the grains of sand of this island's coast
when put in some vast galactic egg timer
couldn't count off all the times I think of you.

All these words are not enough.