you make me want to be a good person
to weave baskets of my thorns
you make me want to be nicer, kinder
you make me love being a lover
there are so many roads to take
so many sunsets to see
it leaves me breathless, to think
you'll spend a few with me
you make me believe in magic
make me picture butterflies in my stomach
you make me feel I'm beautiful
make me love the parts I once un-loved
they asked me to speak of hope and I talked about you
sweet one, I'm falling
I hope you are too
