I wrote I love you across my wrist a few hundred times
And it felt sublime.
I’ve made a handful of mistakes with you.
Regretted a few.
I guess that’s the way I’m going to live my life.
Taking your hand in love and strife.
And loving it all the way
And thanking fate each day
That I have you.

I’m honest when I say
I miss you in everyway
The sound of your heart
And your kisses from the start
I count all those fragile moments we have together
And promise I’ll hold them for now and forever
I can never find the right words to say
And that feeling never left it’s stay
But I suppose that which is plain is best
I keep you in my chest

You’re close when it counts, and I try to be too.
And you’ve known it because I’ve told you
Over and over
And over and over
I love you.

I might not know why the caged bird sings.
But I do know why I cannot.
Because you are the air that I breathe.