For the Love of You

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.