Sometimes I think I don't love you
that maybe I'm just jealous of you
that I just like you
like everyone else
I just admire what you are
and who you are
how you walk
how you talk
the way you do things
the way you look at things
maybe it's cool to be you
to feel how lucky you are
to be you
Or maybe I just want to be with you
to be in my life
to be yours
to walk with
to talk with
to do things lovers do
look over things under the same horizon
with your warmth
I am lucky
To be your one.
Then again, I just might be wrong with my feelings.
