Je t'aime.

You're a song written by the hands of God.
Don't get me wrong, because this might sound to you a bit odd:
but you own the place where all my thoughts go hiding,
and right under your clothes is where I find them.
Because of you I forgot the smart ways to lie.
Because of you I'm running out of reasons to cry.
When the friends are gone, when the party's over...
we will still belong to each other.
I love you more than all that's on the planet;
moving, talking, walking, breathing.
You know it's true; baby, it's so funny you almost don't believe it.
As every voice is hanging from the silence,
lamps are hanging from the ceiling.
Like a lady tied to her manners,
I'm tied up to this feeling.
Underneath your clothes there's an endless story.
There's the man I chose, there's my territory.
And all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, honey <3.