You say I’m beautiful, I look away shy,
Like I’m still that girl, when you first caught my eye.
Your words, still electric, they flutter and burn,
And cheeks that should know better still blush in return.

You laugh and you tease, “Still crushing on me?”
I just grin and nod, ‘cause how could I not be?
The butterflies stayed, they never outgrew,
This love that still flutters, still flusters for you.