There is not enough space on this paper,
To write a year’s worth of love;
There’s not enough paper to tell all our capers;,
Nor enough to dictate our dates, but,
There is space to put a smile on your face;

When I dream up a plan,
And you say ‘yes I can’;
When I bumble about,
And you bumble along too;

When I’m too tired to speak,
And you prepare me a feast;
When I’m excited about nothing,
And you know it’s something;

That’s what still surprises me;
That’s what always reminds me;
That I will never have enough space on this paper.