You say you love me. Is it is true?
You pine for me as I pine for you?
Even knowing through and through
I'm nothing, nothing?

You're all I love. I'm all I hate.
It must have been the work of fate.
But why'd the cosmos make us wait
For so long, so long?

All the rest, I've pushed away
For reasons that I cannot say.
But you beat them out any day.
You're perfect, perfect.

You must have come from up above;
An angel sent to show me love;
Profound yet purer than a dove.
My darling, darling.

How is it that I'm writing this;
This ballet of undying bliss?
It's something I'd been glad to miss.
You've changed me, changed me.

How is it that you make me cry;
Stare up into the stars and sigh?
Without you, I would surely die.
I love you, love you...