You are the want of my mind, The reason behind each move of mine. The rising force of each morning, And settling call of each evening. You are the sweat off my head. You are the towel in my hand.

Nothing is anything, except when you’re you.

Imagine my mind, without your fullness: Glum and gone, engrossed in full emptiness. I want to be brimming, brimming with she. She is so great, so good for me.

Nothing is anything, except when you’re you.

I have met the opener, And, lovely, my heart soars with her. The goodness about your mind Is the giddy of my behind. I shake, swirl and twirl While with you, my girl.

You are you and that is everything.