Don't tell me HOW to love you.
If I want I will go to the cosmos,
Arrange the stars, galaxies and nebulas,
Only to SPELL your name.
Don't tell me WHY I shouldn't love you.
Every time you explain one of your faults
I will write volumes of encyclopedias,
All to explain why THAT fault is perfect.
Don't tell me WHO can I love.
Even through dimensions, time and space,
The laws of physics will not stop me.
I will look, will find and will choose YOU.
Don't tell me WHEN to love you.
I will go to your house at 3 in the morning,
Under the most horrible of tempests,
With a boom box blasting all night long Whitney's I will ALWAYS love you.
Don't ask me how, why, who and when.
I will defy God and go through Hell,
Just to give at least an ounce of my love,
Because any answer that I give fall short for the love that I have for YOU.
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