She makes me laugh, she makes me cry,
Her smile, her eyes, those little white lies.
She makes me feel alive.
Those talks we share in hushed tones,
Nose to nose, lips brushing as the words
Slip past on flowered breaths.
Electricity crackles as our fingers intertwine.
Such feelings bring back the memories of youth,
That years of tribulation had buried.
I thought I left all of that behind,
Had it under control, I didn't want to find it,
But she brought it all back and I want to cry,
Tears of joy as I breath in a fresh lungful of air.
I'm alive, and, when I close my eyes,
Her image never fades, I can't look away;
I don't want to look away.
Now that I've found her, I'm afraid I'll wake up.
She'll be gone, and I'll have let her slip
From my grasp.
Once more I'll be alone,
And I'll never feel young again.
