I cannot describe to you
How good this man makes me feel
See,
I know thousands of words,
But they ALL escape me
I get lost in his stare
Leaves me unawares
I become misplaced
And I don't even care
And that's just how he makes me feel
He also makes me think dif-fer-ent-ly
He stimulates my ev-ery-thing
He satiates, stimulates, and invigorates me
To a level of exemplary degree
He is my favorite
Everything he speaks I savor it
For fear I might miss something
And that's just the way he makes me think
I've not spoken on how this man left his impression
Just the expression on his face
In the moment he laid eyes on me
As if it were the first time
His spirit had met mine
So, I cannot describe to you
How this man makes me a better woman
I just can't find the words.
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