because of you, my dear,
i have found one thing,
in this life that i know to be true.
not only do our hands write our stories,
but our hearts can pen them too.
for my heart has written a story,
and it's all about you.
our story began one mundane day,
in the midst of a lonely june,
when our stars crossed within the sky,
and our lives became entwined.
and it became apparent,
that you recognized my soul,
and it opened up a pathway,
to a story i'd left untold.
and as you continued to read the story,
that my heart,
for you,
had penned,
you felt something too,
and you began to comprehend,
that my love for you is real,
and that you're truly my best friend.
so now, please don't stop reading,
for this story has no end,
and for you, there shall always be,
ink within my pen.
and as the time passes,
and we go from day to day,
all i ask is that you slowly turn each page,
marked in our own shades of gray,
and pay attention to the words,
for this is what they say,
"she loves you now,
she'll love you then.
you've found a love that has no end."
