there are no words for how I feel for you,
“I love you” does no justice.
no matter the language, not one can show
the depth of what I have for you;
were I the moon, with stars to choose from,
you’d be my only sun—
with you just being, I can see
the world in all it’s meaning;
in it I’ll stand, as only I can,
to be the man you deserve:
each beat it beats—this heart—it feeds
this body so I can move,
so I can go and find the words,
and the world we both deserve.