And I do want to love you, dearest
But I wonder if I\'ll be able to.
For me and love have never met.
Me and myself barely know each other
How then, am I to offer to you, something I am not sure of?
I am afraid that I will be too much
And I am afraid, that I will not love you like I want to.
I am afraid, that I will not love you like you deserve to be loved
And if I had a wish,
I would want you to borrow my eyes
And see yourself the way I see you.
Then you would know of how great you Are
You will smile for the rest of your days because,
What I feel for you must be greater than love.