She Makes Me
Like a child she makes me
see things once invisible become visible
no imaginary friend here
She makes me take note of all she sees
in one who once saw nothing of worth
and that makes me bullet proof
Superman? No, not quite but we are her
hero and that makes her my metropolis
She makes me want to feel young when old
is all we knew and love became blind
to our needs
Even sleep has become our enemy for it steals
quality time that one never gets to live
She makes me this and so much more
Shes makes me realize that life is all about
and beginning to take shape if I just hold
to her hand
She makes me want to get down and dirty
While my hand and hers plant flowers
making it our garden now, garden of Eden
Where seed of my own would one day
be the little girl she wished she had
but never came to pass
She makes me want to disagree so that
Making up becomes more of an excuse
to push her buttons again and again
just to see her smile become my own
She makes me want to play footsie and pick
flowers with our toes and tell her I love her
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