TO THE ONE I LOVE DEEPLY
By Maya Angelou
There are no words to describe how beautiful she is,
or how special she is,
or my love for her.
To put these things into words would be to define them,
To quantify them, which means to limit them.
There would be a beginning and an end.
There is no definition fitting, nor any limit,
nor beginning or end to her beauty,
or to how special she is, or my love for her.
If roses were red and violets are blue,
I would take us away to a place just for two.
You'd see my true love and how deeply I feel,