Just don’t know when I’ve ever felt dumber. I’m like a hen running wild, lost my head. I count to ten, I just spout your number. Sleep walking when I should be in bed. Now I mistake bright lightning for thunder. Each song I play seems sung by a choir. Don’t understand just what spell I’m under. Some say it’s love, my willing rewire. But now on the bright side, I’m seeing sunshine through the rain. Mundane days with you spark with new life. My half-empty glass seems I can savor days and days. Was blind, seeing with new eyes. Guess I can live with each misstep and blunder. Not really sure if what I’m seeing is true. I’ve got a clue just what spell I’m under. I’ll spell it out: It’s Y. O. U..
