My love for her runs so deep, It is hard for me to even sleep.
Every time I see your eye, All I want to do is cry.
I hope she will know how I feel as the days go by.
I wonder if we could be together for years to fly by.
She is the Abbot to my Costello and the apple of my eye.
The straw to my berry, The clouds that reach way up high.
She is the melody to my song, the heart to my beat.
The one who supports me when facing defeat
The one who shines throw my darkness, and makes it all so clear.
Thinking of you makes me want to shed a tear.

Jesse Packard