Her

The way she looks at me, there's no mistaking. The way she holds me, there can be no confusion. The way she dances in the rain, the questioning is over; there's only one way for me: her. The ways she makes me feel, I have no defense. The way she is, I can't stay away. The way she makes me happy, I want naught but to let her in for good; nothing more than her. All the wondrous things she does, she doesn't realize half. All the praise I can shower her with, she doesn't believe half. All the incredible looks in her eyes, she should know she has my heart; It was destined for her.