I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.

There are three simple words
That I’ve been meaning to say
Though they seem to get stuck
Whenever you come my way

I stare at you and I smile
Then you look back and I hide
It’s quite quizzical you see
You have this effect on me

It’s been there long before
Can’t seem to shake it off
It is you I adore
Too bad I can’t say more

So in this poem I’ll be strong
‘Gon say the words like a song
I love you my baby
You and all your crazy