If I was the type
To sit and write,
I'd tell her I love our every fight.
I'd thank her for always sticking along,
And for forgiving me for the million things I've been wrong.
If I had the words to tell her, I'd say,
How beautiful she looks everyday.
And how everything she does makes me smile…
Her every feature stands out for miles.
If she knew how bad I felt,
every time she cried…
I bet she'd have a few words to say
I bet she'd understand how much I wanted to stay.
Maybe I don't say it enough or maybe I don't say it right
About how sometimes I just need her to hold me tight…
Funny thing, she seems to know right away
When I need the hug and when I want her to stay away.
She may not know it yet,
Probably 'cos its better this way
But now I need her, in my everyday…
If I were pious, only for her I'd pray,
She's my beacon, my all enlightened ray…