I Feel This Way

Such sweet three words: "I love you."
Sometimes I wish I could say them all day.
But how, I don't know how to say.

My mouth is silent, though not my mind and heart.
I think of you, no matter where thou art.
I wish I could be by your side,
and to you these three words confide:
"I love you."

Love is such a sweet thing,
and it with me I want to bring.
I would love to hold your hand
because of you I'm quite a fan.

I notice that you're so caring,
no matter how I'm faring.
My message is very simple,
I could even say it in the temple.
"I love you."

It seems that when we hug,
in my heart I feel a tug.
I would like you to know
while I'm on a roll
that your touch
helps out quite a bunch.

Thank you for your help
and for what I've felt.
You've done so much
and I would like to say as such.
"I love you."

My heart beats out a message,
and you can probably guess it.
And if I may,
I want to say:
"I love you."

One thing about love
is that it's from above.
It does so much for me
and my thanks I give to thee.

I would like to express
and no longer suppress
that what I feel
and usually try to conceal.
"I love you."

Love keeps one from feeling old.
Its power is worth much more than gold.
I wish to share
just how much I care.

My mouth is silent, though not my heart and mind.
They keep going all the time.
And one thing I find,
it's this line:
"I love you."

I love you.


Morris Legran Cox
February 19, 1998