There�s a melody in how you breathe,
In how you think,
In how you see.
There�s no word to express
My love for you.
Still, I must confess.
I�m sick of crappy titles,
Of lovesick stories
With words not good enough.
So insufficient, tremendous love.
To sum up my heart
From being torn apart
Cannot be done with a word or two.
Because you are definitely the best,
Not conforming to all the rest.
