Another line you said that puzzles me,
its meaning lost in laughter and your wink,
it should be written in the bluest ink,
a phrase so beautiful, it can not be.
Your kindness flows in such abundancy,
the sentences you whisper always link
to what you mean to me, but what to think
of how you act, that seems to disagree?
The words you tell me: I shall take them light,
not much expecting, as they seem too good
for truth, and you are such a lie, you are.
I don’t believe that you will stay all night,
but let this knowledge not ruin the mood:
the best in love is you, the best by far.