What do I say when my love says, "I love you"; she'll "be mine"? What can I say that I've not said in infinity's time? Where can I look when her glance melts my mind? When should I peer in her eyes, knowing they’re mine? How is it we find the air we breathe Is enough to sustain all we need? How did we become that which we seek? How do I know there's nothing to speak.