Perfection (as close as I can get) (3/23/08)

It’s a funny sort of feeling
When I see him stare
The butterflies just flutter
And then I wonder where . . .

I lose my train of thought
And sometimes I just can’t speak
He makes me incoherent
And he thinks it’s sweet

His words melt me to nothing
I can’t help but just adore
This new found wonder of my world
Is what I’ve waited for

I feel like I may burst
From plain feeling alone
I find I always falter
When he uses that tone

And this wouldn’t be enough
But for this simple truth
The same is right for him
His face tells every truth