It's not for me to say you love me.
It's not for me to say you'll always care.
Oh, but here for the moment I can hold you fast,
and press your lips to mine
and dream that love will last.
As far as I can see this is heaven,
and, speaking just for me, it's ours to share.
Perhaps the glow of love will grow
with every passing day
Or we may never meet again, but then
It's not for me to say.