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