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Love, Neverending


Born an observer, I sat on the sidelines watching life pass me by

Thinking, this life is what was meant for me

Full of enough failure, dissapointment, and loneliness to make me cry

 

Until by Fate's invisible guidance our paths collided into one

Then with your help, finally I could see

Something good, worthwhile, and dare I say fun

 

You taught me how to feel, gave me memories to last a lifetime

And although nobody else may know what I can be

Your love has lifted me to reveal beauty that can only be a crime

 

As an observer, I sit here thinking what more could I do

To have you still, safely in my arm

The world will miss your beauty, wits, and charm

I'll see the lands of which we dreamed and build your adorable animal farm

Sweetheart, babe, cutie, I live my life for you

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