I love you more than pigs love mud,
More than kids loves toys,
And more than vampires love blood.
I love you more than the number of hairs on my head,
More than the number of stars in the night sky,
And more than the number of stripes on my bed.
I feel so alone,
Without you with me,
But when I see you,
I feel as graceful as a tree.
There's nowhere else,
That I would rather be,
Just here alone,
Just you,
And me.