Paul Potts-Cavatina

She was beautiful,
Beautiful to my eyes.
From the moment I saw her,
The sun filled the sky.

She was so so beautiful,
Beautiful just to hold.
In my dreams she was spring time
Winter was cold.

How could I tell her
What I so clearly could see
Though I longed for her
I never trusted me completely
So I never could be free.

It was so so beautiful
Knowing now that she cared
I will always remember
Moments that we shared

For it was beautiful, beautiful
Beautiful to be loved.