Poet

When we make love we change the patterns of the weather
When we make love we move the moon
No need to try and analyze the way that you're feeling
'Cause you know exactly what you're doing.

You tune me in, then you turn me out
Between a scream and a shout
Is it any wonder that I can speak at all.

You know you make me a poet ... make me a poet.

The fates divine and prophesy our every motion
They breathe our love into the dawn
They send the sunlight slipping through our fingers
You turn and stretch, I yawn.

And I wake up from my deepest sleep
Forget about the dream that made we weep
When I look in your eyes everything else seems small.

All because you make me a poet ... make me a poet.

Sometimes I wonder if you understand these deep emotions
That lie beneath my thinnest skin
I wonder if you see the colors that surround us
bluest of blues turn golden.

You fill me up when you lay me down
My tongue gets tangled up in the sound when I'm
Speaking of your body lying next to mine.

You make me poet ... make me a poet.