Cavatina

He was beautiful, Beautiful to my eyes. From the moment I saw him, The sun filled the sky. He was so so beautiful, Beautiful just to hold. In my dreams he was spring time Winter was cold. How could I tell him What I so clearly could see Though I longed for him I never trusted me completely So I never could be free. Oh, but it was beautiful Knowing now that he cared I will always remember Moments that we shared Now it's all over Still the feelings linger on For my dream keeps returning Now that he's gone. For it was beautiful, beautiful, Beautiful to be loved --- Cavatina - Paul Potts