It's because of your passion
With the art of music

It's when you speak with gentleness
When I am troubled

It's because you understand and know
Things that no one else knows

To hell and back we have been,
And you still continue to love in return

It's because you remind me of a Sunday morning
Drinking coffee and staying wrapped up in a blanket

There is no way possible to imagine
A life without you

The day we met,
I'll never forget it

Because I love you is
How you love me.