First Time

First time I saw you I knew that you were the apple of my eye. The pit of my prune. Your the slap to my slap jack. The hum to this fan sitting next to me. Girl, your the dreams to my sleep. The shoes to my laces. The peach fuzz to my um-matured face. Your the sun through the trees.  The Paris to my France! The beautiful sound to my piano.  Your the beat to my heart.  The Shaking to my nervous hands.  Girl, your the pain to this corrupted world. Ha.... your the happiness when I hugged Carrie Underwood then asked for a kiss and turned me, she turned me down.  No, no your the peace to my silence.  The passion in my heart pounding to come out.  So I ain't writing this just to hopefully make you smile.  I ain't writing this for you to see that my love for you is real.  No, I'm writing this to help my heart heal.