Because we may not be each other's first kisses, but how wonderful it is that we will be each other's last...
ALL THESE THINGS
I can't be the sun shining bright in the sky,
The moonbeams above or the stars twinkling high.
I can't be the magic in butterfly wings,
Or the pleasing sound when the Early Bird sings.
I can't be the Beauty of a crisp, blue-sky day,
The raindrops on leaves that shimmer away.
I can't be nostalgia; your first loves and first kisses,
Or the waves leading you to a sea full of wishes.
What can I offer the love of my life?
Can I promise a future without any strife?
Will I battle your demons and make you anew?
My love, I will try, but I can promise you...
I can be the spark that lights the fire within you
To be courageous and bold and brave and the real you.
I can be the peace and the warmth in your heart,
The place where you end and the place where you start.
I can be your last thought at night and the smile that wakes you,
The strength in your soul that makes you feel brand new.
I can be the reason you glow, the twinkle in your eye,
Because, the truth is, my Love, you're all these things of mine.