Oct 06, 2004 03:41
I don't get many things right the first time.
In fact, I am told that a lot.
Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls
brought me here.
And where was I before the day
that I first saw your lovely face?
Now I see it everyday
and I know
that I am
I am
I am
the luckiest.
What if I'd been born fifty years before you
in a house on a street where you lived?
Maybe I'd be outside as you passed on your bike.
Would I know?
And in a white sea of eyes
I see one pair that I recognize
And I know
that I am
I am
I am
the luckiest
I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you...