I want to feel the warmth of his arms around me,
I want to feel his lips up against mine,
I want to hear him call me his baby,
I want to stare into his sexy brown eyes.
As I wait for his phone call every night,
I lie down and wish he was here,
I can't wait for him to hold me tight,
And whisper in my ear.
Every time I see him I get butterflies,
I want to know how he feels,
Just by looking into his eyes.
Ever since I met him, my days have been so bright,
I thank God for sending him from up above,
But as I lay down every night,
I wonder, could this be love?
