I remember when we first met
and the way you'd look at me,
like I was the only one in the room
and the prettiest girl you'd seen.
I keep memories of those sweet glances,
I lock them safely up inside,
because the way you look at me
has slowly changed with time.
but it's nothing to be sad over,
for I can't quite tell you how,
but being seen as pretty is nothing
next to the way you look at me now.