I don't know what it is about you that makes me blush.
A colour of crimson so full of passion,
A prickling heat wave that submerges me.

I don't know why when I think of you my heart starts to rush.
A humming cricket's symphony becomes  a wild cacophony,
A tambourine drumming to an eternal beat.

I don't know what it is about you that scares me the most.
The fact that I love you already.
Or the fact that it shows.