I'm in love with the spitting image of a man
A man who isn't quite full grown
He still has some wishing
And some learning to gain in his life
And ain't no one to blame
But his past enamored self

What he once was,
Is lost
Truth be told
A door locked to his past
Is best

But for now
I'm in his life
Fully alive, and sober
We both are

It's enthralling
The smiles we bring to one another
The joy I feel in my heart

And oh look,
It's a new year

What more could there be,
That this new year could bring
*He already means so much to me