He looks at me with a particular stare.
It makes me feel like I'm something special.
This feeling when he’s around is not rare.
I never feel like i’m something unessential.
The way he treats me, it's like I’m an angel,
Holding my hand, walking me to classes.
I’m not someone trapped in a jail cell,
I don’t have to wear ugly expensive glasses.
He loves me for me, not something I’m not.
He tells me I'm beautiful, like a fresh rose.
Our relationship isn’t dull, it’s actually hot.
When he flirts he pokes me on my nose.
The way he loves me is like I can fly.
He keeps me so happy that I never do cry.
