How can I tell you what I feel
For you, it's something
Strong and ever new;
Reborn each day, my love for you
What can I say?
Can I express to you, it seems
I can't; the love, the joy,
The passion and the pain:
The thought of you not being here
Beside me when I wake.
I need you more than life itself
Much more, much more
Than I can say, to me
You are the love that's written of
By poets great and literary men
And women: God decreed
You should belong to me.
To me, who hasn't virtues great or small
To me,who isn't beautiful at all,
To me who offers little in return,
To me, who never could
Your favours earn.
What can I say?
I love you more each day,
Each hour:I'm seeing
You become more dear to me;
With every fibre of my being ......
I love you.
