What she does to me,
Something I would do anything for no matter what it could be.
It's all for her;
Our love is nothing but a consistent blur.

How she bewitched my soul,
And came in to claim my heart; Something she already stole.

Yes, I've allowed her to hold my broken heart.
In return I have held hers.
In unison we hold each other's in a silence that heels.
Now I'm stuck here wondering how much better this can feel.

Yet as everyday passes by,
Everything she does i can compare to something in the blue sky.
The world could easily revolve around her,
And nothing or no one will compare to what were.