I love you, I love you, how many times could I go on?
I love you, I love you, I love you, now I have begun.
Two times three is six times more I love thee
And if you were to count six times more I'd flee
Because no matter how many numbers high you rise
My love for you will soar and fly above the skies.
I pick up flowers for the lioness beneath the tree
She lays, Looking back at me like feral love is free.
I'll never stop writing you, so sorry to say
All my words are love's incarnate form that stays
Because swaying is for weaker, lesser loving hearts
Fate dropped off like quick, short lasting parts
That When put together can't help by fall apart--
Then as I think of you I sit and make this art.
