If I could count the ways I love you I'd be counting for eternity.

I'd discover numbers that don't yet exist.

Every star would perish, and billions would be born, before I'd finished.

I believe, if I were to measure my love for you, it would outweigh anything else in the universe.

The strongest forces of nature would gaze upon my love with jealousy.

I loved you in secret, grieving the romance "that could have been."

Now that I am loved by you in return, I have nothing else to give but my love.

It's as thundering as the ocean, as immeasurable as the stars, and as determined as a flower in snow.

Numbers and words are not enough to capture the amount of my love for you.

I cannot promise much, but I can promise this:

I will love you, and you alone, until this universe of ours blinks out of existence.