The “I Love You” Song

I love you, I love you

My love, I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say: I love you

Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thought is of you

To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I’ve scanned the dictionary’s pages

But back to ‘I love you’ I’ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages

I love you, I love you

We say it in the songs we sing
We're read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter

A little cliché, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better

I might have said a hundred things
My phrases might have taken wings
Free the world or region hold and clever

But every time I seem to stall
Or three small words to say it all
Three little words that spell: forever

I’ll shout it from the highest roof
I’ll carve it in the trunks of trees
I’ll tell the whispering breeze about you

I cannot hide it anymore
I cannot say it any less
I might as well confess: I love you

My love, I love you
My love