The More I Love You

The More I Love You, it's like when flowers grow.

My heart has roots that need to feel your happiness and long to calm your woe

It is impossible to explain my own actions, more than half of the time

Because I'd gladly attempt the impossible to keep our love strong, our love sublime.

Even now as I tie this verse rewrite bits and many times rehearse

I cannot find one word worth scribbling, a word for your perfection I'll be forever not finding.

So while I sit here and look upon our love, think of all your beauty and your glow

I find that the more I Love You,

It's like when flowers grow.