You know some call me a poet
"He has a way with words", they say
Well, why then when I try
To tell you the way I feel
Do all the words just slip away?
Or they come out sounding like
Dialogue from a Clark Gable movie
Well, frankly, my dear
Damn
I just have so much inside
That I want you to know about
But it all means that I love you
So what can I say?
You bring a tear
To the poet's eye
And you are the rhyme
I could not write
And you are love
When the words slip away
And I love you
What can I say?
You see sometimes
Well, sometimes words just aren't enough
I mean what's the word for that
Funny little shaky feeling inside, huh?
Or that numb warm wonderful confusion
When you touch me
A poet, no
No, I'm not a poet
But if I were
And if I had every word in the world
At my command
My poem would still be, "I love you"
I love you
So what can I say?
You are the song
That I could not sing
And you are the picture
I could not paint
And you are love
When the words slip away
And I love you
What can I say?
I love you
What can I say?
Yeah
And you are love
When the words slip away
And I love you
What can I say?
I love you
What can I say?
I love you
Woman, I love you