When writing a rhyme
I seek for inspiration
And inspiration I find
When thinking of you

So inspiration hits me
In the upper left corner of my chest
And wherever I happen to be
My writing turns to it's best

And then my pen starts running
And the magic of words comes out
They will surely be cunning
Or even make you want to shout

My paper sheet will be shrinking
To the size of a poststamp, so small
Or is that because my pen is growing
To the size of a cloudscraper, so tall

I will be proven to be wrong
For the only thing that's growing
Are my feelings for you, so strong
That my pen longs for them to be showing

So from my softly whispering pen
I let the singing words flow
About how you are more than...
Just... 'bout how I love you so