Fumbling, foolish sentiment
'To love her still…only makes me love her more,'
So once said a man in love. My thoughts echo his words,
While my whimsical tongue is lost to emulate them.
Maybe 'tis magical, surely 'tis spiritual,
definitely 'tis divine, That I know you as my friend,
and hold you in my heart.
So my dearest friend, do not feel forgotten,
When all around is fading fast. Time is moving,
All is changing, but one thing remains.
My love for you, all my caring,
All my compassion, all I have to give for you.
From all my fumbling, foolish sentiment,
Take away these words: You are never alone,
And to love you still…only makes me love you more.