What She Does Poem by Kristopher DeLander

I can't remember
The last time I was this happy;
And I fly so high
Whenever she's with me.
She makes me want
To be better than I am.
She makes me long
To hold her hand;
But I'm not very smooth,
And I hope she understands
That all I want
Is to have her there.
I love her eyes and smile,
And I love her hair.

Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes everything fine.
Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes my world sublime.

I'll give her my best,
And do everything for her sake.
She makes me write
The poems I write about her;
About how much I need her
And don't want to be here without her.
But I can't do her justice
With the words I write down,
To this angel I have found.

Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes everything fine.
Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes my world sublime.

In a crowded room
She's all that I see.
Everyone else disappers
Because having her there comforts me.
I have so much more fun
Whenever we're together.
She clears up my dusty eyes
And life looks so much better.
She brings the sun up
And pushes the rain away;
She stops the wind
And makes me smile everyday.

Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes everything fine.
Yeah, that's what she does to me;
She makes my world sublime.