My love for you is a love which
that will never die.
There is but one woman in my life, and you are she.
When somebody loves you, it's it is
no good unless they love he or she loves
you all the way.
You are the mate that for whom fate had
me created for.
No matter what you do,
I only want
I want only to
I want to only be
I want to be only with
I want to be with only you.
Love to all Language Log readers. And remember, when a grammarian kisses you, you stay kissed.
Posted by Geoffrey K. Pullum at February 14, 2007 07:18 PM