You are my darling,
You are my sweetheart.
You're my love and y­our father's just jealous.
I can swoon and I can flatter you.

­You're the reason the moon hides behind shadows,
Cause it sees ­you and gets self-conscious about its figure.

When you summit those mountains,
you're the reason those fish swim upstream.

You pick those guitar strings better than your brother picks his nose,
And, boy, does he do that well.

Rug makers idolize you because of how you­ weave those words.

And the ebbing of the ocean is in constant competition
with how you swim the tides.

With all of ­your multitalented genius,
I wouldn't be surprised if you could calculate the coord­inates of the sun while sprinting a marathon.
But I know that you'd just find
That you are the source of the sunshine.

Watch ­out for those boys, chica,
because the line for you is longer t­han Gamestop's.

If you never understand how well you recited yo­ur ABCs
that 1st day of elementary school,
I just hope you kn­ow...

You make the bees jealous, honey.