[Verse 1]
He wakes before the sunrise, boots on the floor,
Out the door with a kiss that says so much more.
He's not just chasing wages, he's building a flame,
Stacking bricks of forever, writing love in my name.
Calloused hands, grease-stained shirt,
But every ache he bears is proof that I’m worth
The blood, the grind, the rain in his face—
He trades time for a life wrapped in my embrace.
[Pre-Chorus]
Some wouldn’t understand this kind of man,
They want easy love without a plan.
But I see the fire behind his eyes,
A man who’d rather break than compromise.
[Chorus]
This love was built on sweat and spine,
On late nights and overtime.
He don’t say much, but his touch tells me,
He’s all in—wild, raw, steady.
He moves mountains, breaks through rust,
For a life he’s building just for us.
It ain’t for the faint, this kind of trust—
But baby, this love…
This love was built for us.
[Verse 2]
There are nights he’s too tired to speak,
But when he lays beside me, the silence is deep.
I trace his scars like battle lines—
Every one a story where his love survived.
He loves me with more than roses and wine,
He loves me with hours, with muscle, with time.
And when he finally pulls me in close,
He loves like a man who needs me the most.
[Pre-Chorus]
His body might be broken down,
But he wears this love like a crown.
Every whisper, every breath he saves,
He pours into me in the sweetest waves.
[Chorus]
This love was built on fire and grace,
On dirt-smeared dreams and a tender face.
He don’t say much, but when we touch,
I feel it deep—feral, full, and lush.
He moves mountains, carries rust,
To build a home with fearless trust.
It ain’t for the soft, this kind of rush—
But baby, this love…
This love was built for us.
[Bridge]
Let them chase the boys with empty hands,
Who fold under pressure, who don't understand.
I want the man who shows his love in grind,
In rough-knuckled touches and overtime.
His hands may be dirty, his days may be long,
But when he’s on me, that’s where he belongs.
And God, when he loves me, he loves me hard,
Like every moment’s a work of art.
[Breakdown - Spoken Word Style]
He doesn’t always speak in pretty lines,
But every nail he drives, every ladder he climbs—
It’s him saying, “I love you. I’m yours. I’m here.”
Even if it means sweat-soaked silence year after year.
So when he walks through that door, worn to the bone,
He’s not just a man—I see the king in his throne.
[Final Chorus]
This love was built on soul and skin,
On aching backs and battles within.
He don’t say much, but his heart roars loud,
When he holds me close, he makes me proud.
He moves mountains, breaks the crust,
Forges heaven from iron and dust.
It ain’t for the weak—this kind of lust,
But baby, this love…
This love was built for us.
[Outro]
So here’s to the hard-working men we adore,
Who give and give and then give more.
You are the reason, the rhythm, the spark—
The quiet storm, the thunder in our hearts.
And baby, this love…
This love was always…
Built for us.
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