He looks at me like I'm the only one
He treats me like His Queen
He's always there to pick me up
He calls me the 'special' one.

So why don't I give into Him?
Why don't I meet His gaze?
Why don't I take Him as my King?
Why don't I fall into His arms?
Why don't I accept His complements?

You
It's You
It was always You
It's always ever going to be You...