This letter was unwritten,
unsigned and unsent,
wishing I had told you
how much you really meant.
More than the sun
means to the sky,
more than a child
or a sweet lullaby.
More than it's wings
mean to a bird,
more than the words
I love you are heard.
More than the dreams
of folks old and young,
more than any song
could ever be sung.
More than your beauty
so innocent and true...
this is how much
I really love you. |