Love’s Plea (You Don’t Know What It’s Like)

Standing here, looking at you
I’m half scared to death.
I’ve played the fool many times
And I’m afraid I may do so again.
You don’t know that I don’t know what to do.
Even after all that has been said and done
I swear that you don’t know what it’s like
To have you take my breath away.

I may be just a man
And unable to keep the storms away
But, please, give me a chance
And I promise that I will do my part
To make your world a better place.
All I ask is for a little space
In your heart.

You don’t know what it’s like
To have you take my breath away.

I’ve seen you looking out at the horizon
With a sun sinking low
That will soon tuck in behind the hills.
I’ve heard an owl wake and seen the trees dance
As a soft breeze moved through the night.
You were looking for that elusive creature that we all seek
The path that feels so right.

I had a dream once
Knew what it looked like.
It danced on that same soft breeze
And whispered to me to come hither.
And I’m chasing, still chasing that dream
But the love I’m chasing is right out that door.

Girl, I may be not be able to give you the world.
But, in time, you will see
That I can hold you and strengthen your world.
If I can enter your heart.
Love, I’ve longed for your touch.
Please say yes.

Feel my heart beating as I look at you,
You mean so much to me.
Darling, you don’t know what it’s like
To have you take my breath away.

My love, I hope you know how amazing that you are
Feel my love tell you what I want to say.
You don’t know what it’s like
To have you take my breath away.
Now, darling, hear me say
I love you.

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