Your brown eyes, your mezmerizing stare,
the way that, you wear your hair,
got me, running in repeat,
running in circles, until I land at your feet.
When you are not with me, I miss you so much,
you make me love the hand, that I have been dealt,
I used to not like the life I live,
but you changed all that by the way you give.
the things you do, give me reason to wake up the next day,
and I love you, Stacey, in every, single way.