How many times can I look in your eyes
and still find something new?
How many ways can I say the phrase
“I love you,” because, really, I do?
You listen to me when I ramble on;
You hold me when I cry.
You smile at my eccentricities
and my fears you brush aside.
My life felt incomplete ‘til now.
By myself, I wandered through life.
You came along, and I changed my song,
Now the world looks happy and bright.
How many times can I look in your eyes
and care so much about you?
How can I say something so cliche
and believe it to be completely true?
