To the core, every trembling touch of your hand upon mine
Goes another shock of the love I have, as it is no crime
To feel this way is so serene, so at peace with my once broken heart
I fixed it once more, but the point of mistakes is to become better with each start
So when I found perfection, a perfect for me
I couldn't help wonder, or try, or see
Because she from her first words unto me
Was one I wanted to be meant to be
I had mentioned before my minor distress of the situation
She had mentioned she wasn't looking, no anticipation
Of another boy in her life to become another mistake
Well if I am a mistake, then by all means I'm still glad I was able to take
Take what? The chances, the questions the motions
So she could be finally my only devotion
I don't know who loved who first, or same unto one another
I'm just so glad we are in love with each other.