There are millions of stars in the celestial sphere,
Each shining, each bright, and each true.
Take each of these stars individually, dear,
And you'll guess how much I must love you.

Take the manliest men on the face of the earth
With their charm and their grace and know-how;
Let them tempt me with words and I'll cast them aside --
How much sweeter to me, dear, art thou!

Take the monies on earth, and bury them deep,
And I swear by the One up above,
I'll never have need for mere earthly things
As long as I live for your love.

So, dearest, though flowery these words may be,
And splendid, and rhyming, and such,
They NEVER will come near the words in my heart,
For I love you dear, so very much!

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