Have you any idea what you do to me?
How I turn into an incapable mess
Every time you grace my presence
How I lose the ability to speak
When I pick up the phone
How my knees misbehave
When you talk to me
How deeply I inhale when you peck my cheek
And stay rooted to the spot in awe of you.
Do you have any idea how I long to hold you
To kiss you until we are both gasping for air
To hold your hand
To dance with you
To wake up with you
To...to...lose this feeling
There is no use in dreaming
I cannot have what I have not got
Yet still you keep me rooted to this spot
God...if you only knew....