Counting sands with sun

One day on a hot afternoon, the sun stood high up at its apex and I stood high in the middle of the desert counting sands and every sand on and under every rock,
The sun asked if it wasn't hot enough for me to hide under a rock,
it asked why I was torturing myself I began to explain as I sat on a rock,
I find myself counting sands, each grain with a meaning for each grain and all the grains represent my feelings for you the rock laughed
One by one as I count the grains the first one signified the way your lips fold back when u smile, bending into a perfect eclipse at the edges  as it prepares to catapult and launch joy to the world like rocks exploding from a volcano
The world has no clue what to do with you, the way you stand out amongst the rest, as if you figured it out so I found myself picking up another grain, about how your eyes reign supreme in every kingdom where beauty is mastered, your eyes are like sparks of glamor, like two light house towers leading my heart to you on a stormy night when I'm sailing through the raging waters,the sun asked  is this why she loves wearing glasses so she  can save humanity from the hypnosis that comes with thy eyes and here I thought the shades were to protect her eyes from my rays ,
Then I stood from the rock and explained when I met your eyes I beg  it was as if the titanic met the ice burg I immediately sank and fell
The sun looked at me as I embarked on this journey of trying to make sense of my felts for you, this vast desert represents my feelings for her I told the sun I picked up a hand full of send and poured it into another hip full of sand and I told the sun this is how much joy I get when I'm around her, every second as she pours joy into my heart and I would plead to the heavens that we would never be apart because the pain from not being around her equates all the sand in every desert and river bed on every planet in the cosmos where sand exists the rock laughed
Counting sands in the desert each sand represents  of how perfect your are, sand the perfect yard stick to measure your perfection
We spent years counting sand in the desert the sun got exhausted of watching me but still amazed at listening of all the good things about you that came with every grain and the rock found meaning in standing still
the sun asked but you can't count all the grains in the desert I said I can and when I finish the ones on this blue planet I will go to the other and the other till I exhaust all the sands in the galaxies for each grain of sand that ever existed represents everything about you I fancy and i would want to spend all my life times experiencing everything great about you