Don't call me amazing.
Because I'm not.
I'm not any better than the...
Single mother trying to raise a kid on her own
Because the deadbeat father up and
I'm not a superhero anymore because
To call me a hero after seeing the magic of two people in love
Would just be
and I may
always be there
But have you ever been held in the arms of someone who's truly
Love is like a row of mended white fences,
It doesn't always start out perfect but if you work at it enough
It will take your breath away.
Like the first kiss of realizing that this one is the one.
The first touch of another,
just dying to become one
I may come from another planet, but I tell
Love is other worldy too.
It's like a whole other universe where nothing ever goes wrong
Where life is worth living.
So don't call me amazing.
I'm not the superhero you want.
That's a job better left to her eyes.