Who knows how much I love you,

You do;

No one means more to me than,

You do,

You take December and smile it into May,

And then December comes back again

When you're away;

Who has a charm that very few do,

Who makes life necessary;

You do.

And who can take my dreams,

And make my dreams come true;

Who don't give me three guesses,

One will do.