The way you move, the way you talk,
The way you see, the way you look at me
Makes me stop and think that there's something
More that I could be, wonder if there's something
More to me than the me that I see.
Now is it just me, or does the whole room
Stop and turn and stare when you come in,
At a beauty you can't see?
I'm sorry that my words
Aren't enough to save you from your self
But please don't cry; if it helps
I love you and that's all I ever want to do --
What's that? You love me too? --
To be loved by such a beautiful you
Makes me wonder if I could be