You Make The Moves, I'll Aim The Spotlight

This is my written confession
And I can't get enough of you
But to continue; I'm always thinking of you
Day and night, sleeping or awake
I dedicate this chapter of my life to your memory
And hope you'll read it all
(In between the lines)
And outside them too

I writing my written confession,
But I need to get a little loose
Capitalization just limits my expression
And for the next stanza I'm borrowing e. e.'s punctuation

i; love; you
it's a summertime love, luv
and i cant get enough of you; i cant get enough of you:
i must have you
i must let you go
maybe it's just a fleeting-love
or just lust/infatuation
but i doubt it
when i see your face, hear your voice
and read your words
i get a second chance, straight from God
and ive been getting these 2nd chances
for a while now[you bring me back
to where i feel like i belong]
come on my pretty, powerful lady
let us dance, let us sing, let us act like buffoons
ive waited oh so long to be free from pain
and youre my paradise of novocain

It's good to get out
From under the rock of custom
But patterns are like a love affair
You can't let them go,
when the sunlight plays on her long smooth hair
And she tells you the way to go, and where
{I'm writing my written confession…}