If i were to say all the things i love
about you
i would go mute with no air
and still not be finished

if i were to write all the things i love
about you
there would be no more trees
and i still wouldn't be finished

if i were to even think of all the things
i love about you
I'd go mad
because i know all those things are
about to go

but if those things were said, they'd be music

and if those words were written
they would make a "best seller"

and if i thought all those things
that would be a wonderful dream.

and i will miss all those things when they leave,
but the best part, the memory, will be left behind.