I have you, and that’s plenty.
You are beliefs that I hold up,
Like God have bestowed enough.
A medley of thunder and rain,
A distressing yet delightful feeling of pain.
When I have you,
It’s like having my uncovered mystery,
And the longest wave I could feel.
You’re the most satisfying occurrence,
You’re my conception towards
any ever after I had ever heard of.
And baby it appears valid to me,
more than it ever transpired.