I'm drawn to you like a moth to the brightest flame
I couldn't have da Vinci draw you into my life, but I can think wistfully just the, same
The curve of your smile, that little twist of your hair
That scrunch of your nose when you laugh, whenever I see you i can't do much but stare

But if I told you all of this I'd probably be kicked aside or stepped on like a cheap set of stairs
So I guess it's only through these words that I can show that I care...