His love is my smiles.
and his love is my tears.
His love is the strength,
that i've felt all these years.
His love is morning pancakes
and night-time frenchtoast.
His love is my happiness,
and my willing to cope.
His love is my sunset, and my sunrise.
His love is the rainbows,
that I see in the sky.
His love is my laughter,
and my complaints of dumb things.
His love is what he deals with,
to keep loving me..
