If the sky was made of paper
and the seas made of ink
We would have no air to breathe and no water to drink.

This is a ridiculous predicament to find ourselves in
All for the price of love

As long as I live
And as long as I breathe
I will continue to tell how I love you

I need not skies of paper or seas of ink,
Simply the words that evade me,
And a rooftop to shout them from

What should I say
How to tell of my feelings for you?
Love,
Ha! Love is hardly enough to describe what I feel.

What I feel for you is deeper
A passion that cannot be quenched,
A thirst for your affections
A need for the simple brush of your skin against mine.

There are no words for this in our ridiculously limited language.
I have no words with which to say the things I have been bursting to say.
So I must express these sentiments in the best way I know how
With my simple, barbaric language,
So I leave you with my humble words in parting:

*I love you, Darling