Fineapple I asked your name and You said: "Melody". I responded: "Music to my ears". You spoke to me gently, with the grace of a hundred deers. Beauty and brain in a stunning blend, bold enough for the wind to bend, for trees to uproot. Something no force on earth could dispute. Apples to apples, you’re my type. The fruit of my imagination, ripe! Matter of fact, if you were a fruit, You my Love would be a fineapple. To make a man go bananas, you'd be able. I said: "I love you". You said: "I love you more". Said I'd love you forever encore Though sometimes, I come up a day short. Yet you remain a good sport I'll put you first, not just alphabetically. 'Cause you're a woman, phenomenally. Your love is a different animal, ferociously. Don't need to be a grizzly, to bear with me. Beauty is a tradition in your family Is it 'Cause the apple doesn't fall far from the tree? Matter of fact, if you were a fruit, You my Love would be a fineapple. Golden and bright, red label! My Love, you’re the fruit that rewrites the harvest, a blessing that blooms where winters were harshest. You sweeten the days when the world feels sour, you turn every setback into rising power. Always the brightest, you’ve passed every test, at minimum you deserve the very best. The calm in my chaos, the grace in my rush, divine feminine make the thunder hush. Like Newton’s apple you fell on my path, and suddenly everything made perfect math. Matter of fact, if you were a fruit You my Love are already a fineapple, You make Love look so simple ! You're my fineapple No artificial flavour all natural You're my fineapple Now nothing's impossible You're my fineapple Peace is suddenly normal You're my fineapple I stay steady when my thoughts unravel IYou're my fineapple I see Delay is not denial You're my fineapple I can win any battle You're my fineapple I live behind me the struggle You're my fineapple No decision is too big to grapple 'cause You're my fineapple Yeahhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh You're my fineapple!