To That Special Someone
I don't think you know what I want,
You've only ever known what I need.
I keep looking over at you every day,
With each glance I do I feel this greed.
Why do you make me want to play,
When I have more important things to do.
You stop me when I think I can,
That maybe I shouldn't want you.
Yet you also push me to finish my day's plans,
Because in doing so you get that much sweeter.
So while I may thank you for that gift,
I don't like that you change me into another person.
Nowadays when I get home I feel this shift,
And today I am very certain.
I think I'm falling in love with you.
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