That guy... seeing whom my tummy gets butterflies
the only reason for my daily rush... is to watch his aroused smile
Like a ray of sun through cold winters
he warms up the day... unknowingly
for the heart beats only for him
for my eyes perceive him as a treat
His talks as sweet as the morning flute
with words weaved out of magic true
they feel like pure music to ears
I wish it'd never stop
Everyday I wish for the few words I speak
to him wouldn't be just with no meaning
for someday I wish to sit besides him
and drown in his arms... for once indeed
