It happened
This feeling
It does when you're around
Not a new sensation
In your presence unwound

The floor suddenly unstable
Barely holding feet
Grace formerly following
Crashes to ground in a heap

I cannot stop staring
Thought I had more control
Enchanting face is spellbinding
Look and my stomach starts to roll

What is it about your honesty
That causes me to do crazy things?
Am I having hallucinations?
Have I sprouted wings?