I like your eyes.
I like your nose.
I like your mouth.

Your ears, your hands, your toes.

I like you face.

It's really you.
I like the things you say and do.
There's not a single soul

Who sees the skies
The way you see them.
Through your eyes.

And aren't you glad.
You should be glad.
There's no one, no one

Exactly like you.