Writing
Laura and our relationship
She trusts me to dream, to build, to create,
And somehow believes it will all turn out great.
We're both artists, each in our own way —
She moves with music, I invent the day.
She laughs a lot, makes funny faces,
Turns ordinary days into special places.
We've built our own language, a secret code
That only we speak... on this winding road.
We feed each other with food made with care,
And when one's feeling down, the other is there.
We both like sweets each and every day,
Thank God our cravings work the same way.
Mi amorcito, she says: "help me" — I just obey,
Even when I don't get it... it's safer that way.
She asks for my help, I never say no,
She's sweet and she's true — that's all I need to know.
I can't handle IKEA, nor puzzles, not even a map,
Therefore she knows her job is to fill in the gap.
I'm her muscle, her carry-it-all man,
From suitcases to instruments — I'm her number one fan.
With her music and voice, she spreads love and cheer,
Making the whole world feel lighter each year.
I hope her music spreads far and wide,
So the world can feel what I feel inside.
She's the brain, I'm the body — we travel as one,
A nomadic team chasing music and sun.
I love helping her shape the right words for her song,
While she makes music that lifts the whole world along.
We love music and dancing away,
Though her moves... keep stealing the day.
When I met her family in Kazakhstan, last year —
I saw where her warmth comes from... that's crystal clear.
She always repeats her parents' sayings, with such a loving flair,
Proof that her roots are always there.
One day soon I hope for more kids, more laughter, more song —
A big happy family... where we all belong.
She'll be a great mom, we're building our tribe,
With families and friends from far and wide.
Because we share trust, and laughter, and care,
Through life's storms and sunshine... we're always there.
Wherever I go, I feel lucky, you see —
Because I've found... the very best thing for me...
And that's her.
My Laura, I love you.
