A little dream
I don’t know why I love you but
I like it that I do.
It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t
Feel the same to you.
If we were young and single then
You’d be the one I’d woo;
I like to think, if that were so,
That you’d still love me too,
And then we’d have the whole of
Both our lives to love all through,
And as, together, we grew old,
Each day we’d love anew.