If from this point forward I told you I love you every day for a thousand years, would I remain just a man of memory?
If love letters were lost to an ocean, would there be a shore for them to be found?
And if found, would they stir a heart upon that shore to wonder where that love could be found?
For a thousand years is but an ocean shore, a thought to be imagined, a woman reaching down to read an I love you found.
Zoltan Blue 