Refrain

What can there be that's left for me to say?
I've said so much - and all of it is true -
There seems to be no more for me to do
And trying more is pointless anyway.
You know already that the time of day
Is told for me by when I am with you,
That days and months are measured by you too,
And that without you everything is gray.
Can I then find more words, that tell you more
Than I have said already in your praise?
You know, I know, how dearly I adore
All that you are, and in how many ways.
This much perhaps is left: that I repeat
Over again how you make me complete.