Why do I say I love you When you already know that I do? Why do I need to say it out loud When you already know that it’s true?
Funny, hearing those words, knowing, I like them more than you.
Sunny, that feeling I get, glowing, when you answer that you love me too.
I love you And all of your many ways And I’ll love you Till the end of my needy wee days
What’s a poem for If it doesn’t let me love you a little bit more So while there’s words on this page The thought cannot age.
I love you In the bright focal light of the day I love you In the dark heady sleight of the night I love you today And in every way Things that you do Words that you say Those looks that you give The way that we live