The heart of a woman

I could say it in seven speeches,
and write it in ten,
it's meaning my love,
shall still be the same...

The first poetry I read,
was deep in your eyes,
First verses, I wrote,
deeper still,

your love was the one thing,
you taught me to feel,
and that it's not the same,
when you write it with steel...

For how do you tell a sun,
how bright it is,
and how do you tell a moon,
how charming it looks...?

but then I know,
I've been a fool all the while,
My woman needs no word,
for she lives in my heart,

she knows what I am,
she knows what I feel,
and how much I try,
to tell her the things,
I could never write,

she knows how dear,
she has been to me,
and she knows how close,
I hold her,
to my dear heart...