Don't Know How Pretty You Are

See, darling, tonight I'll be 

embracing you to sleep,

whispering sweet nothings,

kissing your tears, and

savouring your shadows

as I did also your light.

But tomorrow I'll be

with my friends at the bar 

and they'll be asking,

where I've been gone to, and 

I'll say, "I was 

comforting my baby girl,

she needed me, so 

I was there for her."

And they'll be saying,

"How sweet," 

And asking me,

"How pretty your babe got to be

for you to spend nights with her instead of us?"

And I'll tell them,

"I don't know."

Because, truly, darling,

I don't know anymore.

I don't know how pretty you are,

how cute you are; even if you were

to be posing on magz cover,

I would only look at you

and would only know–

I'm so in love with you.