Gifts given by the sun

You have gifts given by the sun They shine through; to you, I run Every eight-ball I've been behind says, "You are the one!" I think maybe my mind speaks to often, what's the word? Overmuch? From your sunbeams, I've spaced out a little too much So I'll talk a lot less and give you a little more intentional touch The feels I have felt cannot be undone, I am alive because of these interactions, 'cause you are my person!