How Many?

damn i've lost count,
time after time i've criticized,
questioning my logic,
or the lack there of.
for many hours have i wasted
and futher more,
too many opportunities,
just too damn many.
but as i sit here writing in vain,
i look back upon those horrid days gone by,
then it becomes a bit more clear.
for every smile,
brought to your face,
every laugh,
that reached your heart,
made my life seem worth while.
and even if,
just for those few brief moments,
those where the days i lived for you.
and it was you,
that gave this "life" new meaning,
and for that, i owe you everything.
my lover, my life?
i've had my doubts,
but more over,
those few days of glory,
of those ther could never be too many.