Some people have a list of things to do
They chase their tails inside and endless race
With more and more and more things to pursue
They flit around and rush from place to place.
I used to be a person just like this
I ran around as fast as I could go
Forever worried just in case I'd miss
Something that can't be seen by someone slow.
But then I met you and to my surprise
I understood the error of my ways
When captured by the beauty of your eyes
One second seemed to last a thousand days.
Yes, people have a list of things to do
But my list simply reads: "Keep loving you."