Billet-doux

What can I say that’s not been said
a thousand ways from age to age?
What can I write that’s not been read
in countless tomes of gilded page?
I’m now complete since you are here
beside me on this winding road.
Come, let me whisper in your ear
the dreams that our tomorrows hold.
 
Were I a ship, and you, the sea,
then I would sail you endlessly.
Were I a bird, and you, the sky,
then I would live each day to fly.
 
What can I say that’s not been heard
by lovers since the dawn of time?
In every language, every word — 
in every nation, every clime.
The heart and soul are not equipped
to bear a sweeter billet-doux.
I can’t improve, in word or script,
the simple phrase of I love you.