During my sleepless nights I often daydream of my dreams,
Each of those fantasies then turn into your face as if you're the theme.
Standing...sitting...holding you puts my mind in a completely different universe,
These feelings I have for you has affects quite opposite of a curse.
Intentionally you see my soul for what it truly can be and already is,
Never would I have thought someone as majestic as you could rid the pain in my heart with
a graceful bliss.
Yet night after night I ponder to myself if you could possibly unlock my heart with a
Anticipation drives my imagination with an illusion that forms a puzzle that needs to be
Which in this form of fashion you are the pieces that could make me better.
Are you aware of how sincerely honored I would be to be put on the path of becoming your man?
Is there any logic that could prevent me from attaining that form causing me to become
instead more worthless than sand?
This is just the beginning of my affection and can continue if you'll have me as much as I
Stay in tune with my mind cause it seems ours have a small connection...so how about you
tell me if I want you as bad as I'm telling you.