No one can put a number on my love- Though many have tried. No diamond rings or shiny things, Could ever change my views, Of how I feel and what I think and How I dream of you. Seasons change; cold wind and rain- Flowers wilt and die. Spring again, I blossom then; And you are by my side. Always you speak to me, So elegant and true. Always captivate me with your soul- Radiating indigo hues.