The Many Ways in Which I Love You

You love me like a sister
But I want to be your wife

You are the food I eat
The air I breathe
The very heart that pumps
Life into my body

I wouldn’t – I couldn’t
Get up in the morning
If it wasn’t for you

And if I knew that you
Weren’t going to be waking up soon
No matter how near
Or how far
I would die right there in my bed

My death
Would not be merely
Of a broken heart
But of a shattered soul
As well

I live for you
And I would willingly
Give my life
For you

My dearest
If you laid
In a bed of roses
You might smell
How I love you

If you could dine
With the world’s finest chefs
You might taste
How I love you

If you ever met
Your idol
Then in your own scream
You might hear
How I love you

If you ever
Shook hands with an elf
You might feel
How I love you

If you ever
Rode a dragon
From that height
You might see
How I love you

But if you took
The offering
Of my heart
And gave me yours
In return

If you were to
Make me yours
Even if only
For one night

Only upon that one night
Could you ever
Truly know
The many ways
In which
I love you.