Love songs—they pull me back to you, every time one plays,
You’re floating among the clouds, as I marvel at how lucky I am these days.
To have found you, a gem so rare, my heart can’t help but gleam,
Even your sleepy, gentle snores feel like part of a melody, like a dream.
You’ve patiently uncovered the depths of emotions I never knew,
Each layer you’ve revealed feels like something undeniably true.
I’m scared, not of you, but of these feelings I’ve kept inside,
For the first time, I’ve found the strength to peel them back, with nowhere to hide.
Love songs—oh, how many of them I’d sing for you without hesitation,
Doubts fade when I think of the way you bring my heart such elation.
Perhaps no one else understands what these lyrics mean,
But to me, they’re more than words—they’re the moments we’ve both seen.
Life is tough, and being “us” is tougher still,
But in every song, I find a reason to keep going, against my will.
I often feel small, lost in this fast-moving world,
Yet somehow, you’re the one who still makes me swirl.
Time and again, I hear echoes of the songs you sang, just for me,
And my heart flutters, recalling how I became your chosen destiny.
No, you didn’t write those words of Parachute’s “Kiss Me Slowly,”
But still, you loved every part of me—the hopeless, moody, and scared little me—so wholly.
