Is it odd to believe in fairy-tale love?
Is it impossible to achieve it?
If I told you I had found it
Would you believe it?
To me it wouldn't matter,
If you chose to believe me or not,
Because I know and he knows we're special;
Fairy-tale love is what we've got.
Separated by a hundred miles of concrete
And no car to travel the distance,
But he kisses me everyday.
The "how" doesn't make a difference.
We never go to sleep angry
Even if we're up all night
Most of that time's spent reminiscing
Or dreaming of what the future'll be like
Puppy love is what some people call it
But we're not naive to love's pains
We're finding a happily ever after
With whatever pages of it remains.