How could she, that lovely girl sitting there, Know how happy she makes me feel?
That one person, who is like millions of others
And yet is the only one?
I have heard that there are millions of suns in the universe
But I feel the warmth of only one,
I wait for the Sun to arrive in the morning
And sadly watch as it leaves each evening.
It is like that with her;
On the city street I can pass a thousand women
But there is only one I want to see:
Only one that can warm me.