I love you, I love you
My love, I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say: I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thought is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I’ve scanned the dictionary’s pages
But back to ‘I love you’ I’ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you, I love you
We say it in the songs we sing
We're read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliché, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
My love, I wish there was another way
To say the thing I want to say
And not to have to say: I love you
Another way to make a start
To tell you what is in my heart
And how my every thought is of you
To find a phrase that says as well
The secret that I long to tell
I’ve scanned the dictionary’s pages
But back to ‘I love you’ I’ll go
Eight little letters in a row
That men have spoken through the ages
I love you, I love you
We say it in the songs we sing
We're read it in the things of spring
Or as the PS of a letter
A little cliché, quickly said
Familiar as our daily bread
Yet nothing seems to say it better
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