If only I could make you see
that you mean so much more to me,
a priceless gift, wrapped in a smile,
the dream that makes my day worthwhile,
undoubted proof there is a God,
the joy that not all hope is gone.
To me you are that piece of mind,
that gives the world such sweet reply
that although love is sometimes lost,
its remnants left will never die-
How more could I express my love
for words are but the breath in me
what more can I, a man still do
except to give what's left of me . . .
for lips can flatter all too well
and sing the praise of many things
but you are in a different class
to you . . . . . I give my everything!
If ever I do fail to prove
my strong and constant love for you
then never have I lived a day
or ever took a breath anew.