I love you more than you think, more than What I say and especially more than what I show you why when you think about it, when you say it And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom Although you think that my love for you is little, or perhaps You say I don't think of you, when I think of you twenty-four Hours of the day, Even if you say that I love you little, in my Singing I express to you how much I love you, and that you know well I love you more than you think, more than What I say and especially more than what I show you why when you think about it, when you say it And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom Although you say that I don't show it to you, I write to you Poems, and I send love songs, thinking of You, shouting that I'm dying for you, for hugging you Love you, and that your skin penetrates mine to always have you with me I love you more than you think, more than What I say and especially more than what I show you why when you think about it, when you say it And when I show it, in the garden the roses bloom