Who Is This Man

He creeps into my brain He releases something in me Although I have never seen thee I am stressless and free from strain I can't begin to describe what it means to have him near Just know that when I'm in his arms My mind knows no pain or fear Only the delight of his passionate charm So what do I say to the one who always turn my gray skies blue? What am I to do when we meet on that summer afternoon? I can't predict to myself things that might be untrue For the simple fact is I do know this man....He is special...my one and only....he is....you.