When we make love we change the patterns of the weather When we make love we move the moon No need to try and analyze the way that you're feeling 'Cause you know exactly what you're doing You tune me in, then you turn me out Between a scream and a shout Is it any wonder that I can speak at all You know you make me a poet ... make me a poet The fates divine and prophesy our every motion They breathe our love into the dawn They send the sunlight slipping through our fingers You turn and stretch, I yawn And I wake up from my deepest sleep Forget about the dream that made we weep When I look in your eyes everything else seems small All because you make me a poet ... make me a poet Sometimes I wonder if you understand these deep emotions That lie beneath my thinnest skin I wonder if you see the colors that surround us bluest of blues turn golden You fill me up when you lay me down My tongue gets tangled up in the sound when I'm Speaking of your body lying next to mine You make me poet ... make me a poet