This boy... he's a sour orange juice
That washes over me, like a wave to cruise
As he liquifies, he sends shocks that electrify
My heart switches to beat on a remixed tune
As overwhelming as rainstorm on sand dune
The thought of making him mine
Tickles my spine
Whenever he's around me, I melt
This feeling, I have never before felt
This boy....he goes beyond amazing
So much so, that the bad in life, go blazing
Perfection momentified.
Everything in life feels like a magic carpet ride
The impasse, passable. The impossible , feasible.
On stimulating conversations, Sunday afternoons brew
The ecstatic time that passes seems too good to be true
This heavenly experience truly renders itself, only to a few...
Because, birds come knocking to my head
Forcing me to put these feelings to bed.
Yet, they creep up into my dream
Revealing to me, things beyond what they seem
This boy... he is my Sweet Retreat
I believe, I am smitten
Perhaps because, by true love I am bitten.
I am scared to express, the truth in my heart I have to confess.
