The words you say are just so terribly breathtaking,
That I can never find the ones to express my emotions.
In vain, I struggle for words on these timid lips,
Sealed tight and signed with a ransom note.
     I'm sorry for taking the words from your lips
     But the way the words encircle your lips so tauntingly,
     The way your tounge traces their soft pink form,
     Just makes my head swell with insanity, with pure jealousy!
     If you ever want these words back,
     I'll take a kiss for every I love you,
     And a hug for every apology you never had to say.
     Love...
What am I to respond to a letter like that?
A happiness like that is simply not expressed in words!
To what phrase do you wish me to express my emotions,
When it is not what is said but what is felt?
I will be a violin, and you will be the musician.
With your bow upon my gentle strings of jet black hair,
And a shining face of unique pale wood,
We will orchestrate symphonies of the greatest kind!
Through these melodies you will come to understand me,
And with one simple tug of your charming heart-string bow,
I will take that heart of yours away.