How could she, that lovely girl sitting there, Know how happy she makes me feel?

That one person, who is like millions of others

And yet is the only one?

I have heard that there are millions of suns in the universe

But I feel the warmth of only one,

I wait for the Sun to arrive in the morning

And sadly watch as it leaves each evening.

It is like that with her;

On the city street I can pass a thousand women

But there is only one I want to see:

Only one that can warm me.