I love you, I love you, I love you I love— I love you, I love you, I love you My love I wish there was another way To say the thing I want to say And not to have to say, "I love you" Another way to make a start To tell you what is in my heart And how my every thought is of you To find a phrase that says as well The secret that I long to tell I've scanned the dictionary's pages But back to "I love you" I go Eight little letters in a row That men have spoken through the ages I love you, I love you, I love you My love We say it in the songs we sing We read it in the fades of spring Or as the PS of a letter A little cliché, quickly said Familiar as our daily bread Yet nothing seems to say it better I might have said a hundred things My phrases might have taken wings Oui, the world's original and clever But every time I seem to stall On three small words that say it all Three little words that spell "forever" I shout it from the highest roofs I'll carve it in the trunks of trees I'll tell the whispering breeze about you I cannot hide anymore I cannot say it any less I might as well confess, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you I love you, I love you, I love you My love, I love you My love