I always wondered why your eyes are so sweet...
And why I feel under a spell of happiness when I see them...
Not in a million years could I find anything as warm, sweet and comforting as your eyes...
Your eyes must be made out of honey...
For their sweetness is endless...
Now that I think of it...
You must be made out of honey...
For your kindness doesn't have any limits...
I say you are made of honey...
And you have a heart of gold...
Imagine that...
Made of honey and gold...
I am really lucky to have looked deep in to your eyes to see the sweet treasure you are...