Oh how did I get so lucky?
I wake up every morning to a "good morning beautiful"
He sees the beauty in me,
Even when I've just woken up.
I fall asleep each night,
With a smile on my face,
With thoughts of what he last said,
"Goodnight my princess"
He treats me like I'm royalty,
Even when by my heart,
I know I'm a slave to this world.
But thinking about how he says the sweetest things,
And he hugs me in front of everyone,
As if to say,
"She's mine"
And even though I'm not,
It feels as if I am,
And I pray a silent prayer,
Right before I fall asleep,
That one day,
I'll be his.
