To My Imaginary You

Oh, you! I gush with feelings for you!
Let me gush, gush, gush all over you!
Will you be my you, so that I may gush?
Ahhh, sooo pleasant to have such a you as you…

Let me light the candle so we may have a little romance,
I, and You…

You are in my dreams,
it is for you that my heart still beats,
it is for you that I still breathe,
oh, kiss me, you!

Ahhh, you…
what would I do without you?

You know, if I keep looking at you a certain way,
you start to look French…
oui, you, oui…
you, oui, you…
and you is but the first part of many words,
and the logical completion of yo…

So let me get to know you,
let me gaze deep into your eyes, so that I may know myself…

Let me write to you, speak to you,
let me have you in mind when I ramble to the world at large,
for there is no finer you that you…

such a good listener, you are, too;
never interrupting,
waiting patiently as I formulate my next thought…

I would search for a thousand you’s like you,
but I am content with just you…