Turn Into We

I love the thrill of it,

of that feeling I get

when he smiles at me.

 

He acts kind of shy,

but how could anyone not love the guy

I can only wish for the day that he will see.

 

Nobody has taken him,

and through the night air, so dim

I get that feeling again, because he smiled at me.

 

Although he does not know

how much I've let go,

just for the slightest chance that we could be.

 

It is a fantasy, really,

oh, so silly,

that you and me could turn into we.

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