I stutter, silently I wish for words that would equal to her beauty.
I tumble down this hill of love, and keep falling
When you do the things you do I throw myself on the line knowing you'll be there to pick me up.
I hover effortlessly through all my sorrows as if you were the angel guiding me.
Through drowning oceans and treacherous jungles I will always have You in mind
because you do the things you do.
The smallest details and the largest of embraces never fail
And I for one will run for decades if it meant the finish line is in your arms.
Then I will whisper "I love you" and mean it ten hundred times over because when You do the things you do, I can't help but be grateful for you.
