There isn't a more loving tale to spin than the one of us;
The journey we've been on in such short time and always my deepest affections head towards you.
Mistakes we've parted from lead to new roads -
Many of which ran the course of a darker path;
Somewhere along that trail I reached a brighter soul and you helped me see it through.
We were lost before
Holding a compass and a map and the cracks were never-ending in each step.
Sheer luck brought me to the brim of the glass -
At the bottom held we, I, and you.