It Must Be Love

Listening to the sound of my breathing as I lay at your side Makes me self conscious sometimes as my heart begins to race . Then I remember how much you love me and I begin to relax I am like a child on Christmas morning every time you come near What will it be I wonder a kiss a hug a pat a tickle a pinch Or a combination of two or three of these endearing traits that make you irreplaceable to me And every time is like the first time And after all these years it must be love