I think you know that feeling—
Of ruddy waves clashing with you,
Because that's what I feel—
When I'm cuddling you.
I think you know that feeling—
Of butterflies flapping around you,
Because that's what I feel—
When I'm talking to you.
I think you know that feeling—
Of having a fireworks show in your head,
Because that's what I feel—
When I'm turning red.
I think you know that feeling—
Of being forced to ride a rollercoaster,
Because that's what I feel—
When all of my nerves start to holler.
But the word is "think";
I just think about those
And yet I still can't conclude,
For I'm too diffident to ask you.