Similar to the start of the day.
My love stays the same.
Yes, at the end of the day, it still remains.

Something about you keeps me drawn to you.
When apart for a minute?
The more I grow to miss you.

I try to deny it.
And it doesn't do any good.
Because the moment I see you.
I'm hooked again.

Be happy.
Be proud.
Even be amused that your love just that good.
Cause at the end of the day.
And it doesn't have to be anyone.
My love for you remains.