He's really something else.

I guess you could say that he is the honey to my bee.

He is the sugar to my candy.

He is the stem to my flower

He is the swear to my outraged mother.

He is my everything to my nothing.

but with each day that crosses

And with each minute that is spared,

I wish to be with nothing more

Than the heart that beats within.

It's growing to a steady love

A bond of which, so strong

Its growing more than once planned

and it's something more amazing that once thought.

It's hard to figure,

And its hard to see

if you are not me.

but listen close,

And lend me your ear

For I have something to hear.

Our love is kind

our love is wise

our love could break open doors.

Our love is meek

our love is weird,

our love is one for the books.

Its hard to understand

and its hard to believe

that I have met my soul mate so soon

Our love is kind

and our love is rare

But its the one most search for.

I shall keep you close

and keep you safe

for with you I feel no less

And if for some reason some day

you choose you leave me here

i shall sit there where you left me

and wait for you to come back

I'll be sitting on the corner

and I'll be waiting for you

Because I know that some day,

we'll be back to where we started.

Each day grows new

and each day feels like we're new

There is nothing ever the same

and nothing ever boring

and your voice,

shall never be more calming.

It is 12:30 and you are tired

but I can't seem to find my sleep

It is 12:30 and you have asked me,

and I say "wait for me"

You want me to meet you

beyond the factors of dream

and there i shall meet you,

and hold you with love.

There I shall meet you,

in this pillows of my love.