I think that it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned
And I have to speculate
That God Himself did make us into corresponding shapes
Like puzzle pieces from the clay
And true it may seem like a stretch
But its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head
When you're away and I am missing you to death.
I know I've told you 'I love you' a thousand times before, but baby,
But baby, I'm in love with you,
It's all you
My world, my heart, my everything
Always
Love, Me