If love were made of moments kept, I'd fill a thousand halls,
Each one adorned with bits of us upon its painted walls.
The years have slipped like gentle rain, too quick to count or view,
And still, through all that’s come and gone, I’m deeply lost in you.

I once believed I stood alone, self-made and unafraid,
But distance proved the cruelest trick my stubborn heart had played.
A week without your voice, your laugh — I swear I'd fade and die,
For every strength I thought was mine was born from you and I.

You'd say you shaped the man I am — I'd laugh, pretend it's lies,
But looking back, it's clear as day, I guess love does make you blind.
I may not wear a crown of gold, my riches and wealth yet to arrive,
But every day, without fail, you make me feel like the richest man alive.