I stare at you sometimes, sneakily, and
From far away, I wonder
How a person could live
How a person could laugh
How a person could love
How you do
The things you do make me better than I used to
I’m used to being the butt’s end of the joke but
With you, I am the hero
You’re the heroine, the light beam cast on my stage
The days have changed in the ways you’ve made
It dazes me now to think —
So there are some things I want to say to claim the ways I’ve changed:
Before you, I roamed the streets, free
Trapped in my mind’s cage
The night was my escape before I’d cry or tire or faint
Before you, I thought I’d live in sadness, as daily as God’s bread
Thought I’d live in fear for the rest of time
I blamed it on design
Before you, I never smiled in pictures
