Phase number…?

I don’t quite know
How to say
How I feel

Those three words are said too much
They’re not enough

Forget what we’re told before we get too old
Show me a garden that’s bursting into life

I need your grace
To remind me
To find my own

All that I am, all that I ever was, is here in your perfect eyes
They’re all I can see

I don’t know where
Confused about how as well
Just know that these things
Will never change for us at all