Connor

The way you make me feel is hard to explain I couldnt imagine you ever bringing me any pain You are the aid to a painfull wound And your voice is more enjoyable to listen to than an intrument with every string perfectly tuned What you see in me is still obscure But you always make me feel beautiful, which you constantly assure I cant put into words how lucky i am to have met you You hold everything people fight many battles to get to The talent to perfect someone's imperfect day And to always know exactly what to say