Matter of Time

I love you.
I dunno why, really. I just do.
It makes sense to me, I guess.
And that's pretty great
You make me happy, and I hope that I make you happy too
Mostly I think we work out really good
And sometimes when I worry, I don't worry for very long.
I know that it's all going to work out
So I hold me head up, and know that I'm lucky
Because, simply put, I am
By all means and purposes, we shouldn't have met
But we did.
And, as we sometimes say
Now, it's only a matter of time.