When I fell down you were always there
you made me laugh by asking me instead
if I hurt the floor, and I knew you would care
for I would answer, stopped crying and said,

you know I didn't hurt the floor, but you ask
and then I laugh and you hold me closely
until all my hurts and tears are dried at last
then again I run and play forgetting it mostly.

Yet when you come to me and say I love you
and tenderly almost adoringly you hold me
I look at you saying, "I want this to be true."
then you look into my eyes and I can see,

you really love me and I don't want to hurt you
sometimes I want to run away and hide then
for the evil I perceive in me when you are true
yet you hold me even closer for me to defend.

How can you love me so much with all you know
and you always make me laugh when I want to cry
is all this for real, that you care for me, or just show
here every night when I pray to not to live only die,

only to know that every night you pray for me to live
how can you love me so, when I am who I am to see
where does all this love come from, so much you give
you are the definition of adoration especially to me.