(Verse 1)
In the quiet of the morning light,
I see your face, so pure and bright.
Your smile, it melts my worries away,
In your arms, I want to stay.
(Chorus)
You're the rhythm to my heart's beat,
Every moment with you feels so sweet.
In your eyes, I find my home,
Forever together, we'll roam.
(Verse 2)
Your laughter, a melody so divine,
In your presence, I find peace of mind.
Hand in hand, we'll face the unknown,
With you, my love, I've truly grown.
(Bridge)
Through every storm, through every fear,
You're my anchor, you draw me near.
In your love, I've found my song,
A melody that keeps me strong.
(Chorus)
You're the rhythm to my heart's beat,
Every moment with you feels so sweet.
In your eyes, I find my home,
Forever together, we'll roam.
(Outro)
So here's my vow, my love so true,
I'll spend forever loving you.
With every breath, with every day,
You're the reason I can say:
You're the rhythm to my heart's beat,
Every moment with you feels so sweet.
In your eyes, I find my home,
Forever together, we'll roam.
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