| There’s not enough paper in this world |
| There’s not enough ink to write it down |
| No melody is sweet enough |
| No metaphor is deep enough |
| To describe the treasure I have found |
| I keep trying to tell you how I feel |
| But I always come up short |
| How beautiful you are to me |
| But there aren’t enough words |
| I keep trying to write a love song |
| But it’s hard to say it well |
| Love is a story that only time will tell |
| It’s one thing to say «for better or worse» |
| And another when you find out what that means |
| So much happens over time |
| Some dreams come true and some will die |
| How do you describe that kind of thing |
| I keep trying to tell you how I feel |
| But I always come up short |
| How beautiful you are to me |
| But there aren’t enough words |
| I keep trying to write a love song |
| But it’s hard to say it well |
| Love is a story that only time will tell |
| I’ve searched libraries |
| And dictionaries |
| Studied poets |
| Still all I know is |
| I keep trying to tell you how I feel |
| But I always come up short |
| How beautiful you are to me |
| But there aren’t enough words |
| I keep trying to write a love song |
| But it’s hard to say it well |
| Love is a story that only time will tell |
| Love is a story that only time will tell |