I don't know how you do it. Everytime I'm around you, I seem to get these symptoms. Like a bandit in the night, you steal my breath and cast a spell over my shielded heart, breaking the barrier. My toes curl when you make your presence known. I bite my bottom lip, and and my poor unprotected heart beats uncontrollably. I don't know how you do it. My cheeks flush, and my stomach boils with pleasure when you push back your shaggy blonde hair. My voice gets stuck between my teeth when you glide towards me. I can't help but smile when I stare into your saphire eyes. I don't know how you do it, but I don't want these symptoms to disappear. If this sickness is love, I never want to be cured.