I am here to tell you a lot of things,
Of how you begin and end my day.
How it has been the same every day since the day I realized I love you.
You are the poem I never thought I could write.
The canvas I never thought I could paint,
The notes I never thought I could sing,
The chords I never thought I could play.
You are the embrace my arms have been longing for.
You are half of my happiness, the other half of my madness.
You are the soul I have been searching in every person I meet.
You are the sum of all my wishes, the end to my futile searches.
You are the most welcomed accident that happened in my life,
The trouble I'd rather be arrested for,
The loop I'd like to be stuck in.
I am not truly living if I am without you.
I don't want to be forced to face the morning and end each day without you.
You are the most important thing in me,
You are both my love and my life.
I guess all I'm saying is,
I am here to love you, honestly.
Until you're tired of being loved,
And until you're tired of loving me.