I'll fight for her

She can be a handful. Yes, this is true. But you won't look at her In the ways that I do. You couldn't comprehend What goes through her mind. You wouldn't understand The look in her eyes. From the fits of rage To the unconditional love. There isn't a day Where I'd change any of the above. Countless nights I've stayed awake, Wondering if it's right Or if I'm about to break. But in the end, I know for sure. No one else in this world Would try to understand her. Nights can be bright. Days can be dark. But even after every fight, When it gets hard, I'll never lose sight Of what's carved in my heart.