I could never get use to the though
Of sharing my bed
But I don't think I'd mind
Waking up to your face each morning,
afternoon, or night.
You didn't catch my eye right away,
But if you promised to stay
I would look your way every time
And maybe you don't look my way,
Each time our paths cross
But I always look yours
And I guess for now I will be content
Just knowing you.
