I want to be with her,
and feel the smoothness of her hair.
I want to look into her eyes and ask,
"Where have you been in all my life?"

Her love is like a drug,
too much to handle and enough to enjoy.
Her smile is only brighter than the sun,
that it lightens up my day like stars altogether.

I want to be with her,
and have her hands in mine.
I want to show her my love,
by having her lips against my own.

Sometimes I just think about her too much,
that it makes my head hurt.
Sometimes I want to have her stand in front,
just so I could see her stand tall and proud.

I want to be with her,
and be myself.
I want to be with her,
as she becomes herself.

Her eyes are like a deep pool,
that I could easily drown in.
I want to be with her and say,
"Come back whenever you can."