You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen and
I don't really know what it means butJust the sight of you in those jeans andI need to find a place to lean andYou smell so clean andYour voice reminds me of when angels sing andSo many other things thatI really can't seem toKeep my thoughts straight, they seem to careen andYou energize me like caffeine andYou make me sweat until I feel steam andYou make me hungry like fine cuisine whileMy thoughts drift to somewhere obscene and I wanna play my odds like a slot machine to See whether I'll fall in this ravine orSink to the bottom like a submarine orStand here stiff like a figurine whileYou decide if I'm also in your dreams andTake my hand to walk through streams whileThe reality of the red string comesTo fruition, a mutual understanding ofA predetermined connection, outstanding andSomething that can't be denied, demanding aRecognition of that which we cannot control, planning weAre subjected to in these brief glimpses of time, standing inThe stillness of this lifetime, not withstanding theExplosions of crash landings whenWe collide, expanding-Sunni