I told her that I Love her, and I do
I want to give her me, my heart, my soul
A perfect life can be imperfect too
One perfect life is one imperfect goal
To give my soul to her, I’ll take her in
Like plants absorb the rain that helps them grow
My growth will start the moment we begin
To overcome the pain I used to know
To cleanse my pain and give my love my heart
I’ll open it and take her heart in mine
Like drawing near where warmth can find a start
Within the that place where chaos finds design
I Love her, and I’m hers; I want to be
Completely in her life; it’s there I’m free.