carências insolúveis

I don't know why you love me. I'm a puzzle yes indeed, ever complex in every way. I neglect you when I'm working and when I need attention I tend to nag. I'm a host of imperfection and you see past all that. My soul cries, my hething heart is full of pain. We got something special, baby. We can cry together, we can grow together, be ourselves together. I've never met love quite before until I saw your face. And that's why I love you.