I always thought
That love should be quiet.
I always imagined
That love would be calm.
I didn't really believe
In petty butterflies and glitters,
Oh, how unmagical it is for me.
And no, I won't change.
No, I still believe these as true.
But you, savage stranger,
Have done nothing but
Rattle this peaceful heart of mine.
You, the artful beauty of a man,
Have done nothing but
Steal away my attention
With your demanding presence.
Still, no, there's no way this is love.
But how my heart skips,
It's truly unbelievable;
How my mind gets troubled,
It's more than explicable.
But I don't know you, dear
My acquaintance is your splendor
And I never have appreciated art
More than I appreciate you.
You are art, dear stranger,
And I am passionate with you.