Until They Invent It
I sit here thinking about how much I love you
You will never find any love more true
I offer you every breath I take, everything I do
You are the one who makes me feel brand new
If you try to measure my love’s intensity
To try and see my heart’s sincerity
It will just be a mere act of futility
It can’t be measured but it will last for all eternity
I try to find the words that will fit
To describe the way you make my heart beat
But all day I can try to think and here sit
No words will ever fit until they invent it
For ATP
Copyright © John Boak | Year Posted 2006
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