i dont think i know what love is
because i see roses that should make me think of him
but i think of you instead
and the stars make me think of your freckles
and the sun makes me think of your smile
and the moon makes me think of your eyes
and i dont think i know what love is

I dont think i know what love is
And when you turn to me and smile
and braid my hair with pianists fingers
And lay your soft skin on my shoulder
i think i must never know
if this isn’t love