I like your eyes.

I like your nose.

I like your mouth.

Your ears, your hands, your toes.



I like you face.

It's really you.

I like the things you say and do.

There's not a single soul

Who sees the skies

The way you see them.

Through your eyes.

And aren't you glad.

You should be glad.

There's no one, no one

Exactly like you.