Compliments make you uncomfortable?
Gosh, I'm sorry.
No truly I am,
But how can I help it?
When every time I see your beauty,
Or how lucky I am
I just want to shout it out.
How shall I count the ways?
How can I write this stuff;
These words that do you no justice?
How can I tell you how much you mean to me...
To the one whom my heart belongs;
How it aches when we are parted.
You are my life, you are my world,
Do you know what you have started?
My compliments cause a blush it seems,
Though I swear they are so true.
Why else would I say them,
If my heart did not belong to you?