Immortal beloved, my angel, my all, my very self - There art a hand-full of words that I can say but still they can not explain why do I love thee. There art melodies that play in the air but they can not explain the reason why do I love thee. There art petals that I can give thee to compliment thy beauty but they can not whisper to thy ears why do I love thee. There art poems my heart recites but they can never rhyme to tell you why do I love thee. There art treasures I can compare with the amount of joy thou bring but they can not measure a chest of the logic of why I love thee. There art songs of love and romantic hymns my lips can stutter but they can not put into melody why do I love thee. There art souls who misjudge my intentions towards thee but they can never know why do really love thee. There art the heavens and the stars above I could proclaim my vows of unending appreciation but they will not enlighten my mind of the reasons why do I love thee.