What do you feel when you look at me?
How do you know everything that I hide?
I'll never quite figure out what it is you see
That keeps you right here, always by my side.
What do you feel when in your arms I lay?
How do you know that the feeling is real?
I'm honestly touched by how you can say
That you feel the exact same way that I feel.
What do you feel every time that we kiss?
How can you make me smile the way you do?
Why is it that to you, being with me is bliss?
I wish I could read your mind to know if it's true.
Out of the entire would, why is it you love me?
How did I deserve this, right out of the blue?
Why was I, of all people, so lucky to have things be
Perfect, because you love me the way I love you?
