I could write a book about you
Detail the pages with all the things I love
But it could never be enough
For I find something new to love
Each time I’m with you
The contents would consist of each little thing
And upon opening to the page
You’d find a paragraph or two
Explaining why I love that part of you
The book might seem large
But my love for you has grown much larger
Than any love story
I could possibly think up