It’s in the way you look at me,
When no one else can really see.
The quiet moments, the stolen glance,
Love that’s grown without a chance.
It’s not the perfect, it’s not the grand,
It’s in the way you hold my hand.
In every flaw, in every day,
Our love finds a simple way.
We’ve had our struggles, we’ve had our fears,
But we’ve been strong through all these years.
It’s not the fairy tales we see,
But it’s more than enough for you and me.
It’s not the perfect, it’s not the grand,
It’s in the way you hold my hand.
In every flaw, in every day,
Our love finds a simple way.
Through the highs and through the lows,
This is the love that always grows.
It’s not about what others say,
It’s how we love in our own way.
It’s not the perfect, it’s not the grand,
It’s in the way you hold my hand.
In every flaw, in every day,
Our love finds a simple way.