You'll never know just what you mean to me,
I cannot put into words the way you make me feel,
Not even Shakespeare could!
I cannot paint on canvas the emotions you create,
Not even Van Gogh could!
I cannot write a formula to explain my reaction to your touch,
Not even Archimedes could!
I cannot compose a symphony to extol being loved by you,
Not even Chopin could!
You'll never know just how you have changed my world,
I cannot put into words the difference you have made,
Not even Byron could!
I cannot paint on canvas the dream that is reality with you,
Not even Monet could!
I cannot invent a theorem to prove your magical impact,
Not even Riemann could!
I cannot compose a symphony with more emotion than your presence,
Not even Tchaikovsky could!
No, you'll never know!
But, know that you do.
You mean everything to me!
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