Best Days!

Some days just become the best days of my life, when I get to see you.


No matter how many words, books, hours or days I dedicate to you

Each unique minute with you always becomes a something new.

A special song to sing, or a special story to narrate

A day when I don’t remember the world, time or date.

When you’re around, best isn’t really perfect

But I enjoy the weird craziness that’s imperfect.

It’s difficult to judge the games you play

It’s difficult to handle when my heart, you take away.

But I’m extremely happy even if you’re a cunningΒ man

Because somehow or the other you’re always my prizeman.


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