I thought having a soulmate
Went far beyond my imagination.
But when he towers over me
My heart races like a F1 on the field
He gives me a nickname, that makes my heart flutter
He calls me his own.
He calls me his future
The scent of his cologne is nicotine itself
Oh Lord I thought I knew no bounds to love
But when he calls my name
My heart pounds like drums on a church day
It makes me feel like hot cocoa on a winter day.
Oh my Lord, my heart
He is the light in this bitter world
The sunshine to my rainbow
He calls me beautiful
He calls me regularly.
Oh my heart can't take this.
I guess this is love on my end
I hope he feels the same way
Because if he doesn't it might be the end.