You hold and love I like nothing can,
Make all hate and hollow slam,
Just words that signify nothing,
But you whisper I'm perfect, thats something,

I love how you call me, me not babe,
How every smile I'v made,
Is born from your cocky, crooked jokes,
And you stringing all the correct notes,

Your perfect and theres nothing more,
Other then love, smiles, laughs, lure,
And everything I'm searching for,
Your the one
I'm sure.