She takes her time getting ready, attending her hair

Applying mascara like I'm not even there

On the edge of her bed, with no words to be said

As she glows in the soft mirror lights

And I look at her closely like there's something I'll find

Something I've missed in the flash of the light

Oh the curve of her cheek, the marks on her skin

But I know them as if they were mine

How do you know that it's love?

That it's love