Making Sense of Scribbles

It's amazing how I can throw together a string of words
And none of it has to make any sense at all
How everyone who has loved knows exactly what I mean
I know that you have loved before
But can't you love again
I can see us being together
My head on your lap and your fingers running through my hair
With a notebook in my hands
Filling pages with scribbles
Scribbes that explain the way I feel about you
You're all the inspiration I need
You're all I will ever need
The scribbles represent my feelings
My crazy, jumbled, mixed up feelings
That make perfect sence to you