These are my favorite days,
The chance to stare at the perfection of your face;
The way you blink, the way you speak.
The little things from you, I want to sneak.
When you laugh with a bliss melody,
I die a little inside helplessly.
You make me stutter, don't you know?
And I guess the blame is on you.
Undeniably this heart of mine could win any race ,
Ventricular contraction is what you can trace.
Are you aware of what have you done?
But I guess not, let it be gone.
Out of nowhere, if our eyes would meet,
Those eyes of yours I find so sweet.
Maybe I can do nothing but stare,
A mind got blown by days we shared.
