I am here.
Where are you?
No, no, don’t go away.
This “you” isn’t someone else.
This isn’t a romantic “intended” message for a special only someone.
(I’ve heard such special someones exist,
But how can I lose what I’ve always missed?)
If you’re reading this, you are probably you.
You’re you!  Your you.  My you.  Our you!  Are you?
If you are you, then…
This is for YOU! 
You are my fun,
Will you be my thrill?
I’d tumble for you down any hill.
I’ll live for you.
And even love.
(If lightning doesn’t strike me down from above.)
I’d probably even die for you.
For the thousandth time again and again.
But will I blog for you as the heavens move?
Oh…oh…oh…oh…
I’m lost for speech
Just out of reach,
For unless I’m mistaken,
That is the question.