I'm sat here thinking,
Thinking about love,
The fragile, rippling tremors that are carried
In a voice as the first person dares
To say those three iconic words,
Thick with the essence of love

They know their life is about to change
For either good or bad,
They know their heart's going to get broke
Yet they can't bear to run
No. They've got to stay

Stay up late,
Playing hideaway beneath the covers
Share kisses on the beach,
Hold hands under the table like school children
Because let's not forget,
We were once

Trade secrets at 5 minutes past midnight,
Pillow fights,
Make love,
Make fun,
Say those three words that changed everything,
Over and over, and over and over

It was two words that swayed me
Into thinking that maybe this could be good,
That maybe, dare I believe it, this could be something extraordinary
And on the seventeenth day of the fourth month,
Nothing and everything had truly changed

If I am ever to get my heart broken one day
Let me say,
I'm glad that it will be by you