Oh could I but say how much I love you.
Could I but pluck the stars from velvet skies
To place upon your shimm'ring tresses
To match the love light in your lustrous eyes.
Could I but lay the heav'ns before you
The Milky Way to sprinkle in your hair
And change to joy each sorrowed tear you've known
You'd just begin to know how much I care.

1997 by Pasqual S. Schievella