My heart
My heart belongs to you.
Each and every day.

I can't be pulled from you by anyone.
You love.
You love.
Is my glue.

You love.
You love.
The key to my lock.
And only you have the strength to open it.

Yes, you love.
Yes, you love.

Why?
Why would go out and seek?
When I have the one that keeps me at peace.

Talking about, you love.
You love.
Yes, you love.

Oooo, he cute.
He knows it.
Very aware of it.
And kindly let you say it.

Look, at his eyes.?
Just the way they shine.
He hears you.
And smiles when you not looking.

He charms you.
Not seeking anything from you.
But if you give it.
Sure, he will accept it.

All he asks.
When you get your heartbroken?
Don't level blame upon him.

He simply was following your schemes.
Letting you embrace his loving charm.

From the moment you spoke upon his looks.
That should have been an alarming warning sign to you.

Smooth skin.
Creamy like soft lotion apply to it.
Pretty eyes.
Come across so magical.

Hands so warm.
Ha, who really need the comfort of the sun.
And those sweet, sweet lips.
Constantly, having me dreaming about them.

He knows the tricks to pull them.
He a charmer skilled to please them.

He lives solely for them.

You think he is cool.
Except, he is playing you for a fool.
He wants your girl.

He speaks to you of things you're going through.
And has no clue, he is playing you for a fool.
He wants your girl.

High upon hurt you explain everything about her.
Things, she doesn't do although you asked her too.
Things that please her in the darkness of the room.
He wants your girl.

So, be not hurt if you see him with her.
You gave his ammunition to attracts her.
Without realizing that he wanted your girl.

Now, here you are blaming everything upon her.
Without accepting the blame, you ran her to him.
When you didn't see?
He wanted your love.

Many have their ideas.
Many have their fantasies.
Yes, we all on that subject has a certain dream.

But when they ask me?
What's love?
Without a word said, I look at you.

On purpose I do these things because of the memories you bring.
On purpose I do various things centered solely around you.
But when asked?
What's love?
I simply turn all my attention toward you.

You what love is to me?
Right now, right this minute.
I guess forever.

I confirmed it.
Even, before you admit it.
So, who told you that I didn't love you?
----who told you?

There's no need for me to lie.
You have been there for me by my side.
Gave this man so much pride.

So, who told you that I don't love you?
I want to know (who told you)
Because I do (I do love you).

You stand high deep within my heart.
I be hurt if we fall apart.

Cause I confirm it.
Even, admit it.
So, who told you that I don't love you?

We in love.
We are love.
We fit the requirements of love.
We are romance that keeps it relevant.

That just us living in it with confident.

You are love.
I am love.
Blessed in fitting the description of it.
We are romance that keeps it living.

Daily between us to be relevant,

We live and breathe it over and over again.
Because we are love.