You're the thought in my head before each smile, the ache in my heart when it's been awhile.
The breath stolen with each sigh, and the pain behind each goodbye.
You can call me a thief for stealing a kiss, or prince charming for believing in true happiness.
I may be crazy for handing my heart over after so little time, but i have no regrets because I'm glad that you are mine.
I pray we flourish with wealth of love, and stand strong when push comes to shove.
I'll hold your hand through thick and thin. Even when storms brew within.
We can weather anything out, because that's what love's all about.