I just want you to know.

It's the way everything you do is so undescribably perfect.
It's the way I love everything about you,

It's the way you're you,
That makes me feel like this,
Like nothing else could ever matter,
Like I could fly high and bring back a star for you,
Like everything starts to fade away when you walk in, unable to match your perfection.

Yes, you are perfect.
I've told you once before, and felt it forever and for always.
It's said love is seeing past the flaws,
But no matter how far I look, I know I'll never find one in you.

It's like I've never not known that I felt like this for you.

Couldn't, shouldn't, wouldn't?
Those words seem so meaningless now that I know I couldn't live without at least trying.
At least trying to make you see.
That what I want,
What I need,
Is for you to call me yours,
Because my heart already is.