I look at you across this smoky room, You are some one I just cant have , I wish i knew what enchanted me so, I reel as I roll it in my mind.
After all theres the way you walk the way you move the way you sit the way you stand thers nothing more to say But...
I love the way you speak the way you smile the way your eyes sparkle when you look my way the way you make it known that you know you own me theres nothing left to say but...
I love the way slow anger burns inside you the way you know your not perfect the way you know you are perfect the way you care so little theres nothing left to say but...
I love you
Written some years ago about a young lady I obsessed over as most young Men do before they realise that you can in fact approach and talk you women folk.