The Cracked Concerto

As I sit here, pondering what to write,
My thoughs will wander all throughout the night;
And then my heart is filled with delight,
The ink dries, the paper no longer white.

All the words, written for you;
And even though the words are few,
All these words, will always hold true;
Until the day I bid this world 'adieu'.

These five words that I have written,
I've written because I've been smitten,
With a girl that I've once enheartened;
And maybe this truth can never be forgotten.

Those words mean nothing unrecited,
Although you may not even be affected;
And while you may think it untrue,
Just know that "I will always love you."