I love you,
I think.
You are grand.
There is no one
Like you
In the entire land.
Here is my hand.
The is none any word
In the whole world
To say how I love you,
I think.
I love your hair,
And each of your ear,
And your head, And your neck.
Sometimes, I read your mind
Because I'm not blind.
I like your chin
And your skin.
You have a face
That always amaze.
I love your eyes
And your mouth.
You have the lips
That is lovely to kiss.
Also I like your shoulders.
They are strong and give orders.
I love your both hands
From the beginning to the ends.
I like that you stand strong
Without any wrong.
I love your chest,
And your kindly heart.
It's hard
To say what I love the best.
I love you when you are nice
And when you are wise,
And beater,
And sugar sweeter.
I know when you listen
And when you're 'twist-en.'
I love you here
And there,
And everywhere.
It sounds weird, But I feel married
Even when you are not here.
In the whole world
Nobody is like you,
Young and old,
Let me hold your hand
To the end.
Tomshinsky, Ida (2007)