I sit by your side to tell you a new story.
I say a little about my tale and listen to you majorly.
I see sparkles in your eyes that are very well reflected on my red cheek.
You make no eye contact because I know you're weak.
With my hands playing with your hair and you purposefully making those fidgeting legs cry
You make me notice you even more with glimmers under the sky.
Sitting by your side and keeping my head on your shoulder
Makes me a little happy and a bit bolder.
You just don't make me happy
But you make me have the bliss of happiness.
You're not like others,
And you're my reason of shyness.