With eyes so bright,
a kiss so sweet,
she could bring me to my feet.
I’d give my heart,
in time to wait,
for now it lays in dorment state.
To hold her hand,
and kiss her cheek,
she makes it so I can hardly speak.
The butterflies flutter,
my tummies a stir,
Good heavens to Betsy,
I’m falling for her.
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