I'm a poet but you make me feel mute
All I can do is kiss you and call you cute
I write pathetic lines of prose
Exhausted metaphors, the sun, a rose
But all you have to do is drive
Take me home, you took me home last night
And started talking as if you had rehearsed
A speech unlike any I had heard
You smiled and laughed and hardly looked at me
Sitting there appalled in the passenger seat

You said you were in love so intimately - so out there, but in there - how beautiful it is to love me the way you do, to know me so well, so deeply, everything about me -
without even having to touch me. And that is so out there, but in there

You must've felt silly
But the tears in my eyes
Replaced any words in my mouth
And you knew -
I feel the same