There's something about you. Something special.
Neither words nor glares can describe that something I found in you.
I can feel it, the first time we held hands.
There's something growing fonder. Something different.
Who knows that something was my feeling I kept hid inside.
No. You aren't that special.
You aren't that handsome. That rich. Your car is not the biggest or most luxurious.
But you have one big warm heart, welcoming me inside.
No. I am not that beautiful. I'm not a genius. I am no model no sexy, I'm nothing. But I'm genuinely glad to be yours.
I'll be waiting for you to love me unconditionally too.