Crush On You

Sometimes I will be standing there and your face will flash before my eyes, a face that I want to touch until it's diminished into the size of a small keyhole like the one that's on the lock to your heart the smell of your body will float beneath my nose until I'm lost in a memory of our lips becoming one Although the images we created during special times are etched forever in special caverns of our minds as I look upon your face, I see the mirror of our past as I look into your eyes, I see our history unfold in irises as I run my hand through your hair, I watch the sun reflect as I look upon your face, I see a vision of our future