Of where you go – where you find
Yourself, I think that you should know
Just how much this means.
No matter who, no matter,
When, no matter how,
(No matter, no) I will always
Love you. Always, all ways—
If you find your heart broken,
Make me your stitch, make me
Mend you together, as you have mended
Me, as you have sown, up, as you told me, as I held
You, as I fell, deep, into it. Your eyes.
(No matter, no) how I find myself,
Or where, or when, or (even) what I am in,
Despite it all, (despite it all) I will – always
And all ways – love everything, have loved, anything
That you were, are, or become.
If, in the end, separation (by death even) is
What stops me from getting (having) needing
(loving) wanting (treasuring) holding (becoming) you, then
It was not meant. Though as I in your eyes look, I find myself
A celestial world, a new world, entire.
For you are my friend, my life (my love),
You strive for best (while I catch
up) and are who you can be (while I
attempt myself) – I
cannot see it with anyone else,
anyone different, anyone (no one)
who (certainly) is the one (the only)
who is (and always will be) the one I love;
always and all ways.
If I could only give it to you (my heart)
If only you would understand
Of your love, the drug
The essence, of which addiction
Has set itself upon my heart.
Sickness (some call it love) is the weirdness;
The closeness; the entirety that (in perpetuity)
You are all that I have ever (or will ever) long for.
You are the sweetest flower (the humblest bee),
The cutest moon (the brightest sun) the darkest night
(the sharpest ray) in which you may never
Understand, just truly, how much,
And always will be
The one (the only) for me;
The one, the one, the one,
I love: always, and all ways.