To Be Loved By You. I consider myself very lucky If I catch you looking at me. There's something in your eyes That makes me want to sing When you look at me that way. To be smiled at by you is Something more lovely than the Ocean at sunset or the silence of dawn gently kissing the Morning sunrise. You do things To me that make my heart And stomach wrestle inside of me. I can't tell who's winning, I think it's My heart. I can feel it trying to Pry open my throught in word vomit All over my sleeve for you. I'm not ready to give you every Piece of me, so I seek refuge in Little notebooks, Pens, And late nights. You are the kind of beautiful that Inspires great writers. The kind of beautiful not contained within museum walls or orchestra halls. You are the kind of beautiful that cannot be seen in a reflection, but When you listen close enough to Hear your heart hum a tune Only I can dance to. Something that No symphony can compare to. You are The kind of beautiful that fills Libraries. Oh, to be loved by you.