It's not cold... And yet I shiver...
There's no fire... And yet I burn...
I'm not sure what I'm afraid of...
And yet... I'm trembling...
There's no storm... Yet I hear thunder...
And I'm breathless... Why I wonder...
Weak one moment... and the next I'm fine.
I feel as if I'm falling... every time I close my eyes...
And flowing through my body... is a river of surprise...
Feelings are awakening... I hardly recognize... as mine.
What are these new sensations... What's the secret they reveal...
I'm not sure I understand... But I like the way it feels.
Why is it that every time I close my eyes he's there?
The droplets glistening on his skin... the sunlight on his hair...
And all the while I'm thinking things... that I want to share...
with him...
I'm a bundle of confussion... but it has a strange appeal...
Did it all begin with him... and the way he makes me feel?
I like the way he makes me... feel.
(Barbara Streisand)