There's this girl who knocks me off my feet
And I just don't think she understands,
That passion between us, how she turns up the heat
All I want is for her to know who I am;
I love her to death and will never let her go
And I'll use every breath, to make sure she'll know
Yet all the words I could ever say aloud,
They could never match up to her worth;
And if such a word exist, it would not be allowed
For copyright law would be dedicated at her birth;
So even this poem is useless, to define my love for her
But good thing it isn't fruitless, for that I am sure
Once she reads these words and smiles once or twice,
She'll still have hope for this man I could bel
The kind that'll hold her hand, while I say something nice
As long as she holds my heart, she'll find that man inside of me
