She told me she would write a story
About the love we share...

Love is like footsteps
But walking on solid ground...

I thought I knew the stars quite well
When now I look, I just can't tell...

Our love was found in summer
We met while walking past...

Sometimes love will test its spell
Between two that aren't known well...

I don't always tell you
As there's other ways we speak...

Just when does friendship and love cross the line?
Is this distinct, straight away will we know...

The first tear to fall
is no indication of...

It's the way that my eyes see you
That no one else will know...

I have realised love
Does not always form...

I have searched by my side
And I could not find you there...

Love is like a book
Even when read twice over...