(1945) Mack Gordon, Harry Warren



The more I see you,

The more I want you.

Somehow this feeling

Just grows and grows.

With every sigh I become more mad about you,

More lost without you,

And so it goes.

Can you imagine

How much I'll love you

The more I see you

As years go by?

I know the only one for me can only be you.

My arms won't free you;

My heart won't try.