If a day ever passes and I don't remember to tell you good morning Don't be saddened by my absentmindedness and silence And don't suppose that something has changed Because when I don't say "I love" That just means that I love you more (than the word love can express) If you had not been sitting in front of me like a queen of perfume and alabaster for a long time And I closed my eyes amidst your fragrances And I ignored the complaints of the perfumed shirt Don't describe me as having dead feelings And don't suppose that my heart has turned to stone I love you beyond "love" but Let me see you just as I imagine