Neither song nor chant
Or glorious of hymn
Could express the music
That continuously plays inside my head

Neither sonnet nor poem
Or the purest ode to love
Can translate the verses of you
My heart now recites

Neither movie nor show
Or the finest of plays
Could tell the story of your beauty
My eyes now behold

But to this I pay no mind
Because when it comes to love
We are all deaf, dumb and blind