I like things that are certain.
I like things that are concrete,
and definite, and true, and real.
But then there's you.
There's this feeling I have,
this love I never expected.
And how am I supposed to deal
with a love I never expected to have,
a love I never thought I'd need?
How can I trust myself,
to know its real, to know I'm not
exaggerating some feeling?
But then I look in your eyes,
I look there and find myself,
looking at you with all this love in my face,
all this love, that I never thought I'd have for you.
And I know that maybe it's not concrete,
but I'm certain that I love you,
more than I ever knew
I was capable of.