U Make Me

"You Make Me"

You make me want to write,

Every word there is to speak,

You make me want more days,

Than just seven in a week,

For on every extra day,

I would go that extra mile,

To be continually blessed,

Just to get to see you smile,

Which makes me want to smile,

Even though I hate my own,

And that’s why I don’t mind,

That we’re always on the phone,

Because when I talk to you,

Its so hard to try and hide,

The smile that I hate,

And I always keep inside,

You make me want perfection,

Cause that’s what I found in you,

"You are the summit of the word"

If you only really knew,

And not that you remember,

But that line I’ve used before,

It’s just everyday I see you,

It’s apparent more and more,

You make me want the sky,

When I look up at the stars,

For their beauty is the closest,

That could ever come to ours,

You make me want this life,

More than I ever have before,

To simply be for you,

What you would always want and more,

For nothing else is true,

If on this I am a miss,

When *Someday* I get you,

It could not be even "Bliss"

As a word that could describe,

Just how I'll really feel,

"Because how do you explain"

"A dream that’s somehow real?"