you next to me
slowly, my thoughts' wings, flap
before landing in your senses, —
[that's why you feel some thrill]
how I move, it's an impulse kind
that cause you to think of me, —
[awol, some think you're scatty]
music you listen to isn't by hap,
isn't irrational directed to you, —
[its aim is to get you next to me]
y'know that thrill that makes you
look like a scatty one... well-well,
you just got how much I love you