the way you smile at me.

I love you...

the way you touch what you can't see.

I love you...

your hands perfect and for all so strange.

I love you...

the way you move- so difficult to arrange

I love your voice- that I hear in darkness

I love your eyes- as when I go they are full of sadness

I love your name- so suitable for mine 

I love your heart- so warm in the cold night

You came to see me,

though we have never ment to be

I said I didn't want you to stay

But in my soul you hear my prayer

I wasn't perfect at all

But surprisingly, you asked for more

Now I wright and think about your sight

And although I haven't met you... yet

I can't go back through what I have said

I will recognize when you come and say "Hello..."

All in all- I've heard you in my dreams...