Why? That is my question.
Why do I feel like you're the exact definition of perfection?
Why are you so amazing even though I'm only staring at your reflection,
Not making a sudden movement,
Nor a motion, yet your voice is like the ocean,
In a white noise machine, I mean,
I wanna be your queen.
Falling head over heels for you and you have no clue,
As to how I feel when you do the things you do.
Like when you smile or make a face,
My heart begins to race,
I can't control it, can't hold in,
My feelings, my head is reeling,
I wanna learn the feeling that comes from a kiss,
Or when you gently place your hands on my hips,
Pulling me close to you.
Yes, I have feelings for you.