When you asked me how many times I've fallen in love.
I never told you the entire truth because this time around
The truth sounds as a lie.
Once was the amount I gave you, and you knew that you were the one I was talking about.

I've fallen in love a countless amount of times.
In ways in which wouldn't be considered true.

Such as the way in which you guard yourself,
The ways in which a smile will dance across your face,
The way your eyes always hold a secret I have the desire to find,

How your hands always seem to find the crevices in mine to fit ever so gently,
In which your hair is so easy to become messy,
The way you laugh,
Even the ways in which you read,

How your handwriting is a sloppy scribble that I love to decode,
The sound of your voice when it's dripping with sarcasm,
The ways in which you discuss your favorite things it's as if a child on  Christmas morning,

I've fallen in love with all the small things.
I've fallen in love a countless amount of times;
Always with the same person.

Everyday there's something new I discover;
That I'll find myself falling in love all over again,
And it's always with you.