Somehow,
something about you
makes me want to write.
And use every word,
every structure,
every line.
in every light.

Somehow,
something about you
makes me forget the time.
And all the days,
and all the weeks
are meaningless to rhyme.

Somehow,
something about you
is always present.
Even when you're not around.
And it makes my stomach turn.
And flips my insides upside down.
And my heart is quick to hear you.
When nothing else allow.
Somehow,
something about you
is always present.

Somehow,
something about you
tells me wrong from right.
And it keeps me tossing,
and turning, shuffling sheets in the night.

Somehow,
something about you
grants me peace when I do rest.
And I don't think I could live without you.
But if I must, I'll do my best.

Somehow,
something in me
exclaims I will never lose you
and it's this quiet voice inside my soul
whispering so soft.
It prays I don't give up on you.
and somehow,
something about you
proves to me I won't!