To whom it may concern, it's for you that which I yearn.

Thinking of when we're together, can make the long days better.
You say that I'm caring and sweet, but really it's you who can't be beat.
To claim you're nothing special, would be like saying the stars are just celestial.
It's for you though I'll make this exception, and allow your misconception.

To whom it may concern, it's your perfection for which I yearn.