the very thought of you
i forget to do those little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
i'm living in a kind of a daydream
i'm happy as a queen
and foolish though it may seem, to me that's everything
the mere idea of you
the longing here for you
you'll never know the how slow the moments go till i'm near to you

i love
the looks of you
and lure of you,
the sweet of you
and pure of you,
the eyes,
the arms
and the mouth of you
the east,
west,
north
and the south of you.

if you were mine
i could be a ruler of kings
i could do such wonderful things
i'd say to a star : stop where you are, light up my lover's way, and every star above you would obey
i would live for your love alone to kneel at your shrine
i would give up all that i own, yes, even my heart, even my life
i'd trade it all for you
...and think i was lucky too if you were mine !