The essence of you,
Still lingers in the air.
The thought of you,
Makes me sing with no care.
The way you make me smile,
When i only want to cry.
The way you make me live,
When i only want to die.
Tomorrow i see us,
Hand in hand.
What the others are jealous of,
And they'll never understand.
I simply understand you,
The imperfections and such.
But even though i know them all,
I love you just as much.
As though time may go by,
We fall and we may drift.
But to me,
Being yourself,
Was always the perfect gift.
