If I cry will you still care?
Will you watch me as I fall?
Will you still be here for me
When I've finally lost it all?
Will I still matter to you
When the rumors really start to fly?
Or will you walk away from me
Will you think I'm just a lie?
And if I finally start to break
Will you glue the pieces back?
Or will you just tell yourself
It's one more thing that I lack.
I know that I'm not good enough
But there is nothing I won't do
I'd do anything for that look,
Anything for you.

I'm allowed to think of you
There's nothing wrong with that...

When I think of you,
I want to imagine that you haven't changed;
But instead, I imagine that you look different
(Yet still the same.)

When I think of you,
I want to imagine that you miss having me close;
But instead, I imagine that you seem happier without me
(Even though it's you I miss most.)

What is a man without his lover?
What am I without you?
Its not a needy desire
Its not a faithful sorrow
Its not the despair of lonely halls
And empty walls
Or the quietude of my mind
That makes feel I need you.
Its a careless loving
A passionate affair
Between two happy hearts
That energizes me with life
And makes me need you.

Eloquently caressing your soul
Massaging your heart with my own,
Our destiny is unwritten
But the pen is in our hands,

Playfully we smile and flirt
Fueling the flames of desire,
Walking mistakenly into our lives
Love has introduced itself,

Welcomed warmly the door is open
Bringing song and musical bliss,
Dreams now seem to come true
As we unite our tenderness,

Imagination was never so sweet
The feel of our lives together,
Dancing to the melody of heartbeats
True love always lasts forever

A stranger you were once.
Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.
As our lives engaged,
you lit my life and I held both your hands.
Now that decades have passed,
ours souls have indeed become one.
How fortunate we are
that we have found the love so true
that everyone dreams about.

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.