You tell me you love her
And it sounds like she does too
But nights outside with bonfires
Show how she thinks of you

For the past months spent together
You have grown closer than
You have ever had another
You have grown past being friends

Your heart aches when her lips
Touch that despicable bottle
And she stumbles around in its haze
But even then she is a model

She will be better in the morning
A little hungover, though, it's true
And when she is done loving him
She will realize she loves you

Why does love always have to be so romantic?
Why can't we tell someone we love them, without the fear of it "coming out the wrong way."
So I'll just say it:

I'm in love with you.
I'm in love with the way you make me feel welcome.
I'm in love with the passion you have for beautiful things.
I'm in love with your gentle spirit.
I'm in love with the way you make me want to be a better person.

I've found someone I need in my life. Now I just wish I could do the same for them.

She wears a fine white dress
With a simple smile across her face
She lives a life without selfishness
And that's the kind of a girl a man would chase

She gives her hand to the unfortunate
Without expecting anything in exchange
She gives her all and doesn't hesitate
Coz her heart seems clear as a page

But there's a part of her she doesn't want to show
She's lost on her little world
And no one would know
For they failed to noticed the tears she holds

She gives her heart, her mind, her soul
But her delight suddenly turned to shiver
Her heart was left with a hole
Coz no one dared to look back at her