And if one day I run out of words to tell you all that you mean to me, I will learn new languages to tell you in a thousand new ways.
And if one day I run out of languages, I will create one just for you, full of words as beautiful as your existence.
And if one day there are no new words left to create, I will move the clouds and the stars, so that when you see them, you will always know that it is for you that my sun shines, my earth spins, and my universe lives.