I hope he doesn't catch my eyes as the butterflies rise, how can he sit there and make my heart feel like it's about to explode, does he know? That I adore his presence, he's my anchor, or does he know what I feel, or maybe not? Silly, he would never notice.
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I hope he doesn't stop smiling I want his eyes to meet mine, what's on those minds I wonder what he likes, how he can sit there and look lovely, my hands itching to reach him and tell everything, does he know? How I'm deeply drowned in him, he's the sky, my safe place, or does he knew what I feel or maybe not? Who knows.