Let me put it this way,

If every reason were a freckle,

If every reason was a beauty mark,

Then my dear your skin is the night sky.

If every thing I love,

Everything,

Anything I love about you,

Then my throat would ache,

My heart would break,

For I could never stop talking.

Listen,

Listen when I promise this,

Any digit of numbers,

Any fingers the world holds up,

Any reason I give,

Does not match the love I can count for you.