Why I still think about you,
I don't really know.
Maybe it's the way
that you held me.

Why I still dream about you,
it's a mystery you see.
Perhaps it's because
you used to lay here
next to me.

But why I still love you,
oh darlin' it's
perfectly clear.

You were my first love.
My first glimpse
of true happiness.

You were a melodic tune
that brought a beautiful
soundtrack to my life.

The way you kissed me
was like no other.
With your lovely
soft lips
You were irresistible.

You were were the bright colors
that painted my heart.

Yet you were the storm
that shook me.
The lightning that
shocked me.
And left every hair
standing straight up.

So why don't I hate you?
Why can't I find it in me
to despise you?

Why would I take you back?
And forget everything?

Does the good outweigh the bad?
Or am I just a hopeless romantic,
lost in the sea of love?