You're the full moon that I look at
Bursting bright with your moon beams.
You're my very own Texas weather,
Because it's never what it seems.
You're my mind when I am sleeping,
Filling me with lucid dreams.
You're my ocean on a sunny day,
When it glistens, when it gleams.
You're the library card I misplace,
Yet can always be redeemed.
You're my favorite fuzzy sweater
Held together by the seams.
You and I, we go together,
And we make the perfect team.