I love you more

More than the birds love to soar through the dawn. 

How they always sing a beautiful song in the morning 

How they never fail, to harmonize a lullaby for me to hum to you. 

More than how my words compute into ideas of the expression of my love for you 

and how beautiful I see you, through these bloodshot eyes. How my heart melts at the whisper of your name 

How beautiful those eyes on your face are when they dazzle in the moonlight. 

It's nighttime now, the birds are all hitting their sweet beds, while there is one, still chirping with no rest. 

He sends out a sound, not quite as beautiful as the morning song

but beautiful enough to let you know 

         That I love you more.