When we first started to date
I thought we'd last a couple weeks
But as weeks &days turned to months
I begin to like you
Each day is a new surprise
I always think
"What’s going to happen to day?"
I wonder to think good or bad
To my very eyes
I see a very sensitive guy
A guy who is like me
Friends say we were made
Others just say the same
As time goes on I begin to think that’s true
