I love the way you look at me
With intensity that could blind
As if nothing in the world matters
I'm the only thing on your mind
I love the way you turn shy and coy
When trying to express your heart
As if I couldn't already read your thoughts
(You forget, dear, I'm much too smart)
I love the way you break into song
Whenever a tune does appear
As if your life were a living musical
Every thought, a song I must hear
I love the way you listen to Streisand -
And Billy - and take pride in it
As if no one's opinion is of worth
'Cause you like them, and to that, you commit
I love the way small things excite you
Like fancy words and dumb puns
As if I'd written an impressive epic
By telling some jokes (and rather bad ones)
I love the way you love so entirely
And embrace me whenever we meet
As if I could ever think to leave you
With a beauty from heart to smile - complete
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