Today is built on chance,
the ideal of a better tomorrow.
And still, I love you.
Though every day can’t be as perfect as the last,
it’s made perfect by all the little things you do.
And still, I love you.
The foundation of tomorrow begins with today,
and if blessed with longevity,
I’ll still faithfully love you.
There will be times when I press your last button,
and other times when you can’t stand the sight of me.
But you should always be convinced
I love you.
It’s not because my heart doesn’t have a brain,
or because your face is so beautifully complex.
In truth, my heart shouldn’t always need a reason
to recognize its living, breathing representation.
Even if you’re mad a time or two,
you’re still the reason life tastes so great.
And I still, faithfully, love you.
Still, I Love You
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