You make me
nervous. In that,
with one smile you’ve captured my attention and shook hands with my soul,
kinda way.

You make me
dream. In that,
2.5 kids, picket fence, shaded front yard, and pool in the back,
kinda way.

You make me
comfortable. In that,
I cut all the hair off my head and you say 'you're still a beautiful woman,”
kinda way.

You make me
lie. In that,
I said I wasn’t gonna love again, but look at me now,
kinda way.

You make me
testify. In that,
God is still in the miracle-working business,
kinda way.

You make me
crave. In that,
you have grown on me unexpectedly and I’ve come to desire you,
kinda way.

You make me
appreciated. In that,
“yes, I hear every word you’re saying, now keep talking,”
kinda way.

You make me
edible. In that,
you’ve tasted even the soft skin behind my left arm,
kinda way.

You make me
worry. In that,
will this good thing last until death part me,
kinda way.

You make me
believe. In that,
see…when you treat others the way you want to be treated, it will come to you,
kinda way.

You make me
live. In that,
this may be my last moment and I wanna spent it with you,
kinda way.

You make me
smile. In that,
thank God you’re in my life,
kinda way.