Shakespeare could not put into words the way I feel for her,
Browning would run out of ways to say how I love her.
Da Vinci could not express my love in any form of art.
Mozart could not compose such a melody that lies in my heart.

I'd part an Ocean to get her warm embrace.
Bring daylight from night just to see her face.
On her finger I'd place the stars, moons around her neck.
With my dreams under her feet.
I'd place happiness in one hand and my heart in the next.