This moment, this thought to hold,
so precious to me, I won't let go.
It's starting out slow, but there's no rush,
I'm willing to wait, this isn't a crush.
Can this be the dream I've been waiting for?
Can this be the angel at my door?
I wish you love, I wish you well,
through my heart, that wicked cell.
It betrays my hope, my fervent desire,
that spark of mine that burns like fire.
One day, you will know why,
why you sometimes make me lie,
why you sometimes make me smile,
why you sometimes make me cry.
With all that's said and done,
under the watchful gaze of the sun,
we'll live our lives the best we know how,
to forget the world and enjoy our now.
So please excuse me while I fall for you,
for you and only you, dear Jul...