What You Do To Me

I’m aware of what you do to me
Sensitive to every beat my heart makes
The acuteness with which my mind remembers
So full of myself, or so I sometimes think
But it’s you, like a river
A strong current that has captured
The skeleton that holds me together
So full of you, or so I sometimes think
The print of your hand
With its indelible delight
And I am floating through this stream
Enlightened by your love, awakened by our dream