She is made up of words that not anyone can understand,
Her mind is a dictionary of happiness and heartache,
And her heart is a poetry book for the hopeless.
She is the prettiest song,
The perfect sonnet,
And the longest novel.
It takes a while to read her,
Seconds to love her,
And a lifetime to forget her.
Why do I feel this way,
I feel like she should be mine,
Each day when she's not around me I feel like dying.
I love her so much I cannot hide,
I still think about her every night.
How can something feel so right,
I feel like she says, so much in a simple hug.
I guess my nose is so wide open,
I ask myself why go on hoping,
I wonder if she feels the way I do,
If I can't love her totally than who,
She starts with an E,
But she will always be the first in my dictionary.
I want so badly for her to understand,
That I'm the one who should be her man.
