This is my version of love.

My ears don't listen to a song, they don't finalize the way I feel about it, and they don't re-invite the song to repeat itself over and over: My heart does that. My heart hears, "when you got somebody good, you hold on," and at that moment - Lyfe is good. Because I know what I need to do, I know where I'm at. I have grieved a few songs here and there. Some of them are Still On My Brain... but I've said goodbye to many chapters of my life, through a song, and promised myself, Never Again. A handful of times, I've let the language take leverage of my love; do I love him? Does he love me? Do I plant my feet, or let these Pretty Wings set me free. But I always come around, let the strings of my heart hold me down, lift me up, and let me breathe; cause your love is For Real, and what I am is what I Wanna Be. Like a perfectly timed bass, you take me through every moment each time... But just the sound of your voice makes this song feel like it's mine. I hear the falsetto in your laugh, the tenor when you're down, I hear the message in your silence, I hear it all around. My version of love is the music we make, I'd listen again and again... I want you around all the time, my lover and my Bestfriend. So, Let's stay together, cause you're the Perfect Love Song still, and although I hear it in all we do, always Tell Me It's Real.