Under Your Influence

When I see you walking on the street,

I feel happiness; it is almost concrete.

When I see your hair streaming in the wind, you are riding a bike,

I feel like I am on a stage and want to give a yell: get me a mike!

When I hear your voice, chuckling all the time,

my mind is wandering; I cannot even count to nine.

When I feel your touch on my shoulders,

my heart wants to be heard: it smoulders.

Come towards me,

then let me hold you,

Talk to me,

then let me kiss you,

Touch me,

then let me love you.