Well I remember the day I saw her in a different light,
She looked at me, I gazed at her, we knew this was right,
I squeezed her hand, she squeezed back,
I remember the day she saw me in a different way.
Why, would she choose me,
I know I don't deserve her,
Her loving touch, her warm embrace,
The sound of her beautiful voice in my ear
Her beautiful face her sweet kiss.
I feel as if I've got it all
just holding her in my arms,
I love they way she can tell me she loves me,
speaking only with her eyes.
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