I have often written about my love,
Even before I knew my love,
Or should I say before he knew that he was my love.

You see there is something about my love,
Something I just do not understand about my love,
Something mysterious about my love.

My love is calm but cautious.
My love is big but considerate.
My love is silent but sharp.

The thing about my love is that,
My love is often misunderstood.
Some may even say my love is arrogant.

Some think my love is presige,
While others think little of my love.
Some even think my love is only just beautiful.

You see my love is gorgeous.
My love has the smile of sunshine on a rainy day.
My love has the eyes of everything good in the world.

I could go on forever about my love.
Really I could describe my love to you all day.
But I will save my love story for another day.

My love is kind.
My love is patient.
My love is my love.

Many do not understand my love,
I do not think my love understands my love,
But I hope my love can soon understand my love.

Well I just wanted to tell you a bit about my love,
Even though my love does not know my love.
-MissB