What...?

Is it the perfection?
The imperfection?
What drives me this way?
I'm no more sensible
All I want is this foolish feeling all over again
I smile... All I can think about is your body & mine making magic
Magic that will make you crazy for me
I'm crazy
I want this crazy
I crave this crazy
True feelings...that's all I can express
Nothing too extravagant
I know how you feel
I feel the same way too
I don't need rhyming words to let you know
I scold myself to get a grip of myself
But why?
Why would I want to?
How many times does something so right feel so...right?
Make me yours
Be selfish
Do not share me
I made you mine
&
I told the stars.