How could you know?
How could you see this love of mine - when each time I see you I want only to show you the world's best, so I hold my mirror towards you.
How could you hear this love of mine - when your laugh fills the room, paints the walls pink, pulses through my skin and sets the rhythm of my heart.
How could you smell this love of mine - when you are my perfume, what I wear among the finest company.
How could you taste this love of mine - when my lips are forever full of yours.
How could you feel this love of mine - when my hands are empty until they have held yours.
How could I repay you for a million sunrises with even a million beautiful sunsets?
I'll start with a million and one.
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