Maybe I could sing for you again today,
like the time I sang in that room
hoping you could here me
and you snuck up behind me
Except this time,
I could look into your eyes.
And I would sing the sweetest of songs,
if it would make you happy again,
because all I ever wanted
was to see you that way.
And oh, if my lips were but made
for your happiness
it would well please me,
just to please you.
For, it brings me no end of joy
when you take pleasure