You.

I'm sitting with my head
resting on the window of a bus
while I'm thinking about how
even the sunlight wont outlast us.
you're stuck in my soul,
my head and my heart
but why would i wanna get you out
when this is the best part
when you wrap your arms around me
i feel so secure and safe
and when i look up and see
your silly grin spread across your face
you don't care that others are watching
staring with the eyes of an accusing jury.
I began to realize that you're enough,
cos in the words of Mercury,
its a crazy little thing called Love.