I love the way you constantly ask me if I’m fine,
I love the way you say that you’ll always be mine,
I love that come what may you’ll always be here,
I love how when I cry, you wipe away the tears.
I love how you seem to know it when I feel down,
I love it when I’m upset and you always turn it round.
I love it how you always know exactly how I feel,
And I love how this is not a dream; it’s one hundred
percent real.