More Than Words

I see his smile and my knees give out...
what is this effect he has on me?
He touches me and my heart skips a beat...
is this how love's sposed to be?
My lips meet his and I wonder...
is it wrong to feel this way?
He looks in to my eyes so lovingly and I think...
what am I sposed to say?
Then I realize that love means never having to say anything...
because he already knows how I feel.
He stares at me, as silent as I am...
and with our eyes we make a deal.
To never say I love you...
because our hearts already know we do.
And it was then I learned...
that the saying "more than words" was true.