How do I?

How do I tell you?
How do I tell you
That all I've ever needed
Is the comfort
That you provide?
That all I'd rather do
Is see you smile?
That my life depends
On the smile
That spreads
Across your face?
That any word
You speak
Makes everything
Okay?
That knowing
You're safe and
Comfortable
Makes everything
Worthwhile?
How can I tell you
To make you
Understand?
I'd give everything up for you.

Jesster Ketchupp

I write for the same reason I breathe, it's the only thing keeping me alive...