Love's Counting

Count me the leaves of Autumn, and every 
Chiseled thread of Winter's crystal blanket.
Number me the mists that make up the wet
Streams and rivers. Mark down every heavy 
   Knot and all the total roots of the whole 
   Of forests cross the world in all its days.
   Bring me the stars on paper, charted, named...
   Bring me the seas cartography, the full
Domesday of its deep dwellers. For one hair, 
Leave me one mark, for each sorrow, a spot.
For each tear, and sound and sight, let one lot
Be named and written. Then sum and list there...
   Upon love's ledger. Tho' tomes may you fill, 
   You'll not out list her graces, and ne'er will.