Tongue tied again.

Trying to translate the looks I give you (when you don’t notice);
Something like “I want to be the blood in your veins,”
But it has to read in 4/4 time.
Maybe something like “you can have my bones when I die,” 
But more sweet and less morbid.
Or “I bet the sun is jealous of your brilliance,”
Without pitting stars against eachother.
 
Tongue tied,
I settle for “I love you so much.”