I would say I love you
A hundred times a day
But that old word is too worn out
For all I want to say.

I need a word that’s fresh and new
Less nibbled on by mice
A word that isn’t overused
Or lost its sweet surprise.

What I’m feeling isn’t pink,
a drugstore Valentine;
It’s absolutely rare—unique!
Found only in this heart of mine.

It’s not a one-word kind of thing
It’s a hallelujah song—
A hymn of passion changing
Yet remaining strong.

It’s as huge and steady as the waves
That roll up on the beach
While little birds skip in the sand
Calling each to each.

My love is something you can keep—
A rock, a rounded stone
You hold deep in your pocket.
It’s yours and yours alone.