I've never seen anyone, nor felt anyone, who made me feel the way you do.

And I swear, on sight of you, words fail, and writing dries up, 'til I'm left with nothing to tell you.

Only how I feel.

So, in lieu of that, I will combine the two,
That which I wish I could say about you, and all I wish I could write to describe you,
Into which I will sing about you,
Because I hope that maybe one day you will hear this song I sing,
Written about you, and only you,

And then maybe one day you will realize
Just how much you meant to me.