I can write a billion words, but none would be adequate to describe her.


I should sing a million songs, but not a one would take note of the longing.


I could raise a thousand tophats but the morning wouldn't express the truth.


I will dance a hundred steps but not one of them will be in the right direction.


I can't drink a ounce more, she loves me to the core. Tells me lies as it slides down my throat I emote pride.


I won't ever love again, she keeps me in her head. All that keeps me sane when the river starts to bend.