Let Me Count, My Love's Own, Ways. Poem by Michael Gale

Let Me count the ways of love
forgiven naught a newed...
Let Me say to all reviewed,
Naught refused, but
happily renewed.

For all it's faults...
Of love's own vaults.

Skipped a beat?...
Be in total retreat.

As this love boat....
Becomes a bloat,
to happily and
joyfully to reemerge,
newly afloat.

Never to be forced
to listen to a sour
note...
Only lasts forever-Love's
own promised I.O.U.,
that I wrote.

To Mine other own heart...
To stay forever and to never,
naught, depart.

Let Me count the many ways
of love of heart...
Fro' end to final, halted start.