Now I return from the battle in my head
Memories different struggles, recollections of my dread
I would think I was alone, I would think that I was kept
I would think a lot, now I think that I was wrong instead
Picture me, holding on to roses that would die
Telling sad stories that would make the strongest soldier cry
Make the sun feel shy smiling behind a cloud to hide
And amidst these accomplishments, not an inch of pride
But then, I met you, it was strange but it was wonderful
Never knew a person with a heart so humble though
Tried to find a reason that my love was wrongful so
I placed in my outbox of prayers like a crumpled note
Then I tried to pen several songs for you
But never could my words match our love, this I knew
So, instead I will try by just saying this
I love you more than I could describe with my lips
And more than any song, more than any poem written
More than any place I've been in more than anything I've witnessed
For instance, stars that paint the nights for exhibit
And the flowers that blossom when spring comes to visit
You're my everything, my everything
Being with you is more than I can ever dream
In life, we played a game, similar to hide and seek
Happy that I found you, January 23
You're my everything, my everything
Once again, you're my everything, my everything
Remember, my love, you're my everything
My joy, my pain, my life, my love, and my dreams
I love all of you, like the song from John Legend
This includes the little things kinda like one direction
I think it's cute, the way you cover your smile to laugh
And that cute puffy face you make when you're mad
Or when you're sad, you're still beautiful dressed in tears
How cute it is when you pout when I'm being weird
I love the way you get annoyed, when I mention stinky rice
Oh, yeah, that's right--it's actually sticky right?
And the fact that you're scared of the dark is cute
I love the way you care for others even when they're not true
I think of you more than anyone will notice
That's probably the reason I even wrote this
And it was a miracle, I had to skip a meal or two
To write this, I told your dad that I had things to do
And when you had guests, sorry if I seem too rude
While I was making this secret message, to leave with you
You're My happiness, my sorrow, and my complement
My day, my night, my flesh, and my opposite
My sun, and my moon, my rhythm and my tune
My player two, I'm glad I finished this for you