I love you, a bushel and a peck,
Something simple but just wait a sec.
What is a bushel and what is a peck,
It is the weight of fruit and picked by a redneck.
So, my love is like my love for fruit,
Strawberries sweet and blackberries acute.
Liquid ambrosia in a flask of juice,
Drunk by the painter Toulouse.
I would climb the highest mountain and swim the deepest sea,
If only you would confess your love to only little bitty me.
Of course, I would die of oxygen deprivation and drown in the briny,
Just for acknowledgement of your love no matter how tiny.
You are the twinkle in the sky,
You cause me a tear in my eye.
You cause my heart to beat and my breath to sigh,
Losing you would cause me heart break and to cry.
I will rip this drivel up and run to your side,
I would get in my Chevy and take you for a ride.
We would settle at the levy and watch the water roll on by,
Hand in hand and souls intermixed until the day we die.