Every morning you're the one on my mind,
Hoping and praying that you're doing just fine,
From working so hard for the future God holds,
and wanting to grow with me happy and old.
Saving for a home,
a box or a huge dome,
to me will be fine art,
because the home I want is your heart.
Hours after hours,
to make the money ours,
you deserve a hot bath with warm love and not a shower.
I want to give and not receive from you,
to feed and only you can chew,
to cater if you catch the flu, make chicken stew for you to dig into, to throw out the old and give you something new,
to give you memories of how we grew, and to accept your proposal with I do, I want to make us whole with strong glue, and never let people cut through, if you're tired i'll be your walking shoe, to give you babies and make a crew, fix the problems with a screw and let you know that I got you, I love you.
