What does it mean to you,
When I say I love you?
How do you know its true?
Just because I say I do?
I wish you knew what you mean to me,
I wish that that was something you always did see.
I wish I knew if there was a doubt in your mind,
That my love for you would be anything but kind.
I don’t know how to express my love,
But I do know that you were sent to be from above.
Even though I can’t hear your voice,
I know you weren’t ever given that choice.
All in need you to know is what’s true,
And what’s true is that I love you.
