I could see you a thousand times and still not understand
The heart that creates fabled sonnets and holds love in her command
The wings of whom are white as swans and as wide as the albatross
All I can do is tell you why for words I'm at a loss

I could listen to silken words that fall out of your mouth
But be no further in my mind for a letter to come out
Such earthly made thing are like encasing gold within cold lead
So I will keep such things in my heart and fret not on what's in my head

I could touch the skin I crave each and every solitary day
My lips touch yours and then I find that I am worlds away
But still come short pertaining to these trivial words of mine
So I vow here, on bended knee, for the rest of my life, to try