Each Second

This is our love, although not perfect,
It works just the way we want it,
For things I use to neglect and regret,
Are now merry in my heart they fit,

Each second of each minute of each hour,
I sense the taste of your sweet lips,
Each day of each week without you is sour,
Unlike the feeling from your fingertips,
I just can't think of nothing better to do,
Even if it swells my heart just thinking of you,

I'll ask father time for another minute,
Ask mother nature to let the sun shine,
Ask God to let the worries would deplete,
And ask you to let yourself be mine.