In every world the stars may spin,
In every place we might begin,
You say you love me more than me,
A sweet and lovely rivalry.
But love’s not measured, kept in score,
It’s not a race of “mine or more.”
For every beat my heart sends through,
Is simply meant to love you.
So if you say you love me more, that’s fine,
I’ll smile and still say you are mine.
Not more, not less, just something true...
My whole world still begins with you.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 2:09 PM UTC
In every world the stars may spin,
In every place we might begin,
You say you love me more than me,
A sweet and lovely rivalry.
But love’s not measured, kept in score,
It’s not a race of “mine or more.”
For every beat my heart sends through,
Is simply meant to love you.
So if you say you love me more, that’s fine,
I’ll smile and still say you are mine.
Not more, not less, just something true...
My whole world still begins with you.