I don't need to purchase a calendar annually
To know that you're my favorite day every day of the year
Twenty four hours, three hundred and sixty five days
Is not enough my dear
Music I will always hear
No instruments needed
All these musings might make you conceited
It'd be well deserved
Your voice is a language I don't have to learn, but i want to
And your doubt is what i yearn
To dismantle
I'll be  gentle
When your soul is mine to help handle
Forget all the other distractions
I want to solve all your fractions
Fix all the contraptions
Woven into you
Thirteen star signs and you shine brighter than every one of them combined.