Getting butterflies every time I stare in her eyes.
Her promiscuous eyes hold back lies.
We whisper secretes in each others ears like spies.
Telling her my dreams about flying in the skies
With our love the sky is no limit
After our lips touch, I look at her and tell her she beautiful
Walking in the park together under the moon
As we walk our hands combine as if they were meant to be
Take her out to eat and wait for her tummy to suttle
If it rain ill lay down my jacket so she can walk over a puddle
It feels like Dejavu ...