His fingers are music to my soul
And I feel his song play everywhere I go

He loves with rhythm
And paints with flame
He comes in pieces with no name
I won't need answers, I'll just know
Cause I've read the sonnets about his soul

He can be ordinary in the best ways
And still dance like a poet
Through every word he says

He makes me crazy
He makes me cruel
Oh, but I pray he makes me anything
But a fool