Who You Really Are To Me

Do you see the things that I dream,
Can you understand why I feel this way.
My hands know not what to do,
Nor does my mind know how to act—
Why is this so hard?
To understand when I started,
But only seems to fade into this.
A mere image of once was
Inspiration and perplexing all in my eyes.
A beauty that cannot be known,
And you are nothing less—

Minds to dreams,
Dashed hopes with dazed realities,

Why be mine, as you have others to see—
I am just one who knows you
Among the adolescent minds
Not even they can see what I know.
Because they do not know your heart—
The simple dreams that make you whole,
What makes you my love.