And the young poet is in love again;
She fell in love when she said your name;
She fell in love when she looked at you;
She fell in love and she knew that.

And the young poet has shyly smiled;
She fell in love when she caught your eyes;
She fell in love with your here and now;
She fell in love with your present.

And the young poet is wanting you;
She fell in love with your laugh and hate;
She fell in love with your air and breath;
She fell in love with your life and death;

And the young poet is dreaming of you;
She fell in love with your softness;
She fell in love with your madness;
She fell in love with your craziness;

And the young poet is thinking of you;
She wants you to come and be true;
She wants you to be her darling;
She wants you to be her everything.

And the young poet is waiting for you;
She wants you to live and be real;
She wants you to bring joy and heal;
She wants you to see how she feels.