I love the amazement in his eyes
as he watches me paint
the way he can't stop staring, he
makes me feel that I've got talent

I love how excited he gets
when he shows me a funny vine
unlike many people, he
makes me feel I'm worth his time

but he, he is not you

it's you I want against my skin
with no concept on time
the way your warmth caresses my soul
so I'd truly know you're mine

it's you I'd get excitement for
as you graze across my cheek
I'd watch you do the things you love
sadly, that's not me