love potion number nine

Written by: The Situation

My thoughts of thee
Equal an ocean measured by tears
And all of death measured by fears

My want of thee the sum
Of grains of sand under the sea
The leaves of every living tree

My dreams of thee
More than stars the eyes can see
More than blades of grass that be

My breath having purpose each one
More than raindrops or rays of sun
More than the winning of each heart won

Every beat of my heart
Is a mission for you
Every second I'm near a dream come true

When you die then I'll die
Because there is simply no way
I'll torture myself living one other day