"How much do I love thee?"
A poet one time asked;
His answer was an awesome thing
As in a lover's glow he basked.

Now I don't speak at all like that
Fancy words don't come my way;
I find simple words the best
For things I have to say.

"How much do I love you?"
Well, Old Shakespeare he may say;
"I love you as the morning dew
Doth love the brand new day".

"And how strong are my feelings?"
He's probably say with glee;
"My love is strong enough to bind
My soul with that of thee".

And I wonder what Old Bill would say
About how long my love would last;
'Til both earth and time stand still
They sure spoke fine in days gone past.

I wish I had those fancy words
To tell about my love;
I even hit my knees and asked
For help from up above.

My hands are cool and chilly
As I try to find a word;
I even asked the old folks
For any phrase they may have heard.

They just laugh at me
And say, "Just go give him a kiss
You're going to have a heart attack
If you keep on like this".

But I've got to get this message right
You simply have to know
How my heart feels so deep inside
And how I need you so.

I'll love you for forever
My love is so strong and true;
My love's so big my heart may burst,
These things I'd say to you.

But I'm not a fancy poet
So I'll just say I love you;
I'll leave the fancy words to someone else
Just say you'll love me too.