That one special person.

What is love?
Is it when every time I think of him,
My heart skips a beat?
Is it when I hear his voice?
Or when I, myself, can hardly speak.
Is it when I feel like I've faced defeat,
But then your there and I race back to my feet?
What is love really?
It canâ??t be counted in money,
So what is it?
How much is it really worth?
Is it worth a broken heart?
Is it worth all of my tears?
No. It isnâ??t.
Love is only worth any of this,
When your heart skips a beat for that one special person,
And when you can hardly speak in front of that one special person,
And when you race back to your feet for that one special person,
For that one special person.
So no, it canâ??t be counted in pennies, nickels, or dimes,
It can be counted on how many times your heart skips a beat,
How many times you can hardly speak,
And how many times you race back to your feet.
For that one special person.