You

Each time I talk to you,
Something inside seems different.
A peace,
A calm,
A little something I don't feel anymore.
When I talk to you,
Nothing else really matters.
The world stops for a while,
And a heart skips a beat.
When I see you,
I just can't stop smiling,
I just can't seems to find the words.
Always out of arms reach,
Always too good to be true.
Again will you ever know how I really feel,
Or the more likely just pass by like all the rest.