Something is wrong with me.
It's been happening to me since I met you.
I can't sleep. I can't feel anything except the memory of you
Rippling in my mind, sailing in my heart.
I like it. I like it a lot.
It's a feeling like nothing I have felt before.
It feels like tickles. It feels like tears.
I like it when you come by,
and we talk and laugh and look at each other's eyes.
With something lurking behind them,
something strong and irresistible.
It feels like a mixture of satisfaction and joy, seduction and desire.

I like your beauty and the content of your heart.
I like your passion and the skills of your hands.
I know I can be your man. Though I am no more than I am,
I need you to need me as much as I need you.