Your love for me rings loudly,
Even when you say nothing.
You do so much for me,
But what I give to you, is nothing.
Endlessly you grant me gifts of your love,
But all I seem to be able to give you, is nothing.
My stumbling songs are like plastic trinkets,
Compared to the treasures you grant me, they are nothing.
When I am without your love, I am nothing.
If you asked me if there is anything I wouldn't do to prove my love to you,
I would tell you, there is nothing.
Whatever I have it is yours,
Even if it is nothing.
To me you are...
My Everything.