I've literally lost count of how many visits you've paid to my land of dreams. I swear I'm going mad, because reality isn't what it seems.

I sound delusional, I sound insane. But I blame you, though I know I'm still the same.

I think of you when I'm awake, I think of you when I'm away. ******, I think of you when I work, when I write, and when I play.

Your eyes are made of magic; a magic too powerful to push, a magic so simple it's difficult to spell. I can't help but picture us in heaven together, and alone in Hell.

I've seen you smile, and I've seen you laugh. I've seen you stroll and I've seen you run. I smile when you smile, I chuckle when you laugh, I stare when you stroll, and I chase when you run. And even though I'm not the first, I'm determined to be the one.

Every time I hear your name, my insides grow twisted. Every time I hear your name, I can't help but despise the distance.

The way I feel is unimaginable, I'm unable to word it all. The way I feel is undeniable, I'm unable to disperse it all.

I could write all day, and write all night, admiring the art that is you. I could think all day, and dream all night, believe me it's true.

I'll admit that I'm a little bit in love. I'll admit that I'm a little bit crazy. I'll admit that in my mind lives a white dove. I'll admit that you're the prettiest little daisy.

I'll admit you make me hazy. I'll admit you make me high. I'll admit that I'm lazy, but never too lazy to try.