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?