I love the scent of her hair in the morning

And I love the way that she cares for real

I love the way that her voice always calms me

And I love her mouth and the taste of her skin

And I love the way that she gives me pleasure

I love the way that she takes her time

I love the way that she won’t be bothered

And I hate the way that I let her down time after time

I love the way that she seems so calm

But can break in the middle of a song

I love that when she asks me questions

It’s only cause she wants to know

I love the way that she makes me feel

And I hate the way that she makes me feel

I love the way that she’s hanging on

And I love that she is not like me at all

That’s a good thing

And I know I torture myself by recalling

I know I should let go

I know I made the call

But I don’t think I want to let go

Cause I love the scent of her hair

I love the light in her eye

I love the way that she smiles in the middle of a lie

I love the way that she takes

I love the way that she breaks

I love the way she lies down to rest a little while

I love her way