Only you
I'll tell you three reasons why is it only you,
I want you to know, that it isn't about the I love you,
It isn't about how ideal you are,
It isn't about what you've reached so far.
First, when I caught you secretly taking pictures of me,
I pretended I didn't, when in fact I did see,
I diverted my attention on the rearview mirror,
I smiled, when your innocent eyes were on the dirty floor.
Next, when you handed me a pink handkerchief when I cried,
You lift me back when I felt like, I died,
You thought it was your fault why I was crying,
You asked them who did it, I started laughing.
When you kindly asked permission if you could stole my first dance,
Witness were the mistletoes of how I smiled, after the glance,
The book you gave me that day, was still kept safely,
It's only you, sincerely and truly.
