Love was usually a simple alibi
Until I thought it, perfected
It changed into a damaged lullaby
Then I knew it, neglected

These eyes, see perfection
Not meaning one
'Tis all perception
Not seeing none

You made my reflection
In such wonderful way
That seemed like perfection
It left me more to crave

"I love you and I'll stay"
If it were true 'till old and grey