To the One Who Makes My Heart Beat Faster

You're so tall, and young, and beautiful,
And your hair is so thick, blond and curly
That it's impossible not to dream of you.

Every day, I find a couple o' minutes,
A little bit of spare time,
To think of you, to wonder how you happened to be so exquisite,
To be enamored by you
And be all caught up in you again
(Though I never really stopped to).

Your body's lean and full of grace.
Your gorgeous lips,
Your pretty face
Never reminded me of someone else,
And why should they really?
They're yours,
And only yours to keep.
Not even close does anyone come
To all your beauty, all your splendor,
So I have no one to compare you to.

You are way too divine and gifted,
With looks of yours, that slowly kill
The one who falls in love with you.

The love's sweet poison - it needs time,
But the result's always the same.
Takes them away like hurricane
And makes them dream about you
And think about you all the time.

The love's sweet dream, these fantasies,
Are likely never to come true,
But I still dream, and think, and hope
With no reason behind it at all.

I hope that we're to meet again someday,
As when I feel the gentle touch of yours,
It feels like heaven.