Even if I run out of words to say—
I run out of an idea to slay,
I would still make a poem for you.
I will just stare at you;
And let my hand do all the work.
If I run out of ink to write;
I would gladly use my blood,
To write a poem to my love.
I will do everything;
So you could be able to know—
How much you really mean to me.