If every word
from all the stars
fell down all at once
it still would not be enough
to show you
how I feel.

If all the words
that ever moved us
began to speak
from four directions
they still would not capture
what it is I need to say.

If all the gold from heaven's domain began to melt in my eyes when you said what you said I would not have the ability to show you what I mean.

If all the yellow grass is hungry to stay green and all the captive elephants break their cruel and inhumane chains I still could not tell you how freedom sings.

If the cricket chorus lays me down to sleep and the heart is opening again for God with a light so bright
all my secrets sneak away from me,

then maybe you would know this is what I mean when I tell you that I love you.