He looked at her like her eyes were the moon -
And, oh, how he loved the nighttime.
He spoke to her like she could never do wrong -
And, oh, there was no one to change that.
He pet her hair like she was the last thing he'd touch -
And, oh, what a treasure that was.
She looked at him like her eyes were the moon -
And for once someone wanted the nighttime.
She listened to him like she could never do wrong -
And she believed all the sweet words he read.
She leaned into his hand like he was the last one who'd touch her -
And she said she was all right with that.
Is it sweet?
Like honey.