How can three little words mean so much?

It’s the way I feel safe wrapped up in your arms.

Protected away from harm.

It’s the way you gently speak.

Or wipe away my tears from my cheek.

How is it that you mean everything?

It’s the way all my walls come down.

Laughing on dates out on the town.

It’s the way that you give me everything.

How you would Jokingly sing.

How is it that I was your something _special_?

It’s the way we supported each other.

Never wanting another.

It’s the way that the movie Tangled has always been ours.

How I could talk to you for countless hours.

How is it that it’s finally time for you to go?

It’s the way I love you.

That I don’t want to let go.

It’s the way I knew I’d regret it if I didn’t let you know.

Knew that we could loose our flow.

It’s the way you look into my eyes.

When we say our goodbyes.

It’s the way you can’t explain how you’re feeling.

My heart is still yours for stealing.