I could write a thousand poems, and you could read the lines
On a thousand hills, uttering the thoughts I've materialized on paper
And I could say a thousand sentences, and you could listen to me
Cry on a thousand nights, knowing my feelings for you were true

We could make love in a thousand fields of green
With a thousand stars shimmering above, watching us surrender
And there would be a thousand reasons for us not to be,
But a thousand more to quiet those fears echoing in our minds

I could whisper a thousand sweet-nothings in your ear
And you could answer those longings in a thousand different ways
While a thousand prayers resound in ever-changing winds
As a thousand moons light the path of hope for two lovers

We could speak a thousand honest words to each other
And spend a thousand more lifetimes waiting for fate
To grant a thousand wishes, and count all our dreams . . .
Or we could stop thinking of a thousand what-could-be's

- and just be.

01/17/2003

Posted on 01/20/2003
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