few words, few quirks
and I'm at your damn knees
ready to burst
but to forget how to breathe,
in a daze to your mysterious face
and a feeling remains
too deep, too strong
I wonder how long,
how long she would wait
before those blushes, gushes
and loud heart beat
or the inside turmoil bit
but I hope she remembers again
how to breathe,
without the excitement and live.
