I want my eyes to be your eyes so you could see how wonderful you are, I want my heart to be your heart so you could feel how much you mean to me, and I want my ear to be your ear so you could hear me whisper "I love you."
All love is sweet. Given or returned. Common as light is love, and its familiar voice wearies not ever....they who inspire it are most fortunate, as I am now, but those who feel it most are happier still.
