In the Undertow.

It's a sweet serenade with melodic undertones.
But make sure to keep those feet planted on the ground,
Just to save yourself from the undertow.
I've found my savior,
Planted right in the middle of this crazy thing called life.
The first time we spoke, it's like she came at me with her guns out,
And now?
I'm trying to make her my wife.
Before I met you,
I let myself stop believing.
I even quit dreaming,
But here I am, stuck,
Hoping that I never have to see you leaving.
You gave me twenty questions, and didn't expect a response to any of them.
But I answered every last one, down to the how and the why.
It might not always show through, but it kills me when you're having a bad day,
And I can't be there to tell you; "baby, it'll be okay."
It cuts deeper then any knife every could, when I can't wipe away the tears,
That fall freely from those beautiful eyes on the days you need to cry.
There's no wrong way to say it,
Anytime she drifts into my mind, I can't help but be inspired.
No matter how hectic the scenario becomes,
It's like I can instantly become tranquil.
I never thought something like this would ever transpire.
Now I've just got my back to the world,
And my arms around her.
A queen to the king,
A Bonnie to Clyde.
For once, I feel complete, I feel like it's okay to finally breathe.
I love you.