She was the first thing I ever loved that way. |
Tilly is more beautiful than all of France. I never knew her. But I saw her. She was the first thing I ever loved that way. I never knew her. But I saw her. In the heart of Paris She traipsed down the sidewalks, And I couldn't believe my heart When I saw her smile. A butterfly passed me by Right at the moment it happened, And I knew she was more beautiful Than anything I'd ever known before. Don't ask me how I know her name For I could never tell you What I have found, however Is that it doesn't matter. Tilly is more beautiful than all of France I never knew her, But I saw her. She was the first thing I ever loved that way. I never knew her But I saw her In the simplest of photographs She wore her sunglasses And tilted her delicate chin In a way I'll never forget. The light shining just right, With the background slightly blurred And her blues eyes not quite in view, But ever glowing And closed so gently Don't ask me how I know the color of her eyes For I could never tell you. What I have discovered, though, Is that no one may ever know. Tilly is more beautiful. More beautiful Than any piece of France That you shall ever see. I never knew her, But I saw her, And that was enough To convince me. |