You think I'm important and kind, incredibly skilled and sweet.

You were the first to say that everything I am is amazing.

You don't think I'm weird, just seriously different.

You take me for who I am without complain.

You encourage me to be me and nothing else.

You hold me up high, and you make me feel like a princess.

You understand me and my quirky ways.

You say you'd die before you'd ever leave my side.

When I say I love you more than you love me, you say it's not possible.

You called me sweetheart.