I haven't got a clue 'bout what I'm talking,
Or just what I would do - a mystery.
But when I see
You
Know that while I'm walking
Up to you I can't think coherently.

My face is aching from my grin,
I'll space out laughing on a whim
And listen to your voice's melody.

No word you say will reach my ear,
The world while you stay near my dear
Seems filled with all the nicest smells to me.

One flask of your essence would set my core aflame.
I bask in your presence and beg you feel the same.

Perhaps your heart's taken. Perhaps it's free to claim.
Perhaps I'll awaken and think to ask your name.