Is this something out of Shakespear?
When you inquire?
How much do I love you?

Is it a play yet to be written?
A subject matter challenging my intention.

I loved you before I knew whoever you was?
Sort like mothers loving their child yet not born.

Something touches the depth of our heart.
Telling you, how much I do love you?
Can be seen in my eyes.

But if I must voice it to you?
I honestly can.