It is incredible how one person can change everything you see in life. You think you know about every emotion and twinge that happens every time, and then they come along and all you've ever known turns up-side-down. The butterflies rise to a whole other level and all you want to do is be with them. Every time they laugh your heart leaps and you aren't sure the last time this feeling has been so incredible. There is always a quiet desperation when they are away... You can handle yourself but all you can think about is how beautiful they are and how much you just want to be there. Perfect happiness is just watching them and attempting to guess what they could possibly be thinking. No straight lines or straight thoughts... everything is completely staggered and makes absolutely no sense. This is why it is all so beautiful. I hope it never stops. I'm scared, excited, anxious, and completely ready for whatever else comes my way. All the while hoping that I mean as much to them as they do to me. Everything.
Your Song
by: Elton John
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen
Your Song
by: Elton John
It's a little bit funny this feeling inside
I'm not one of those who can easily hide
I don't have much money but boy if I did
I'd buy a big house where we both could live
If I was a sculptor, but then again, no
Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show
I know it's not much but it's the best I can do
My gift is my song and this one's for you
And you can tell everybody this is your song
It may be quite simple but now that it's done
I hope you don't mind
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you're in the world
I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss
Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross
But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song
It's for people like you that keep it turned on
So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen