There were many things I knew
out in the open sun-
and the dazzling moon;
the things about you…
That maybe you yourself didn't know.
How pretty and adorable you act;
the beautiful melody of your voice,
or how perfect you are…
And yet, you are somewhat imperfect.
Perhaps the things I knew;
you already knew that I knew-
or you didn't really know
to what extent of your own I did know.
But was there a need to know how much I know;
when all there is… it's just love?