Finding true love,

in the eyes of a man,

the one I see,

when before the mirror I stand.

The stranger I’ve known forever,

I ask him:

Who would ever be,

in love,

with a wretch like me?

With a crooked smile,

tears of joy-

fill his hazel eyes.

He replies:

I am, I am, I am.

Who would ever,

be in love with you?

Know I always have been;

Know I already am.