Love Potion Number Nine

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 without you