I think and I think what I love the most
Is it the stars or the snow or the raindrops.
I love them all but not as much as I love him though,
His sweet voice, his deep eyes and his beautiful nose.
Regardless of life's rough days
I often dream about happiness and I see his face
I look into his eyes and I feel safe inside
Knowing there is a place there where I can forever hide.
Years later if I'll ever get a chance, I will tell him this
My life with him has been nothing but a beautiful trip.
Out of all the days I've lived through yet
My best are the ones with him in it.
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