And if words could find a way
to possibly convey exactly what it is that I'm feeling,
then your body would become a temple of inked love songs
and sappy heart felt poems.

And if words could find a way
to possibly convey exactly what it is that I'm feeling,
I'm afraid I would never stop talking,
and I would fill your brain with the idea that you are my rising sun.
My reason to wake every morning,
my reason to make it through.

And if words could find a way
to possibly convey exactly what it is that I'm feeling,
I don't think you would ever doubt your self-worth again because
I love you. I love you. I love you,
and saying those three words will never be enough for me.