Love, said to be beautifull, heart warming, like burning coal
Everyday i experience it a little, the start you know?
That cold in your stomach, cheeks blushing
And often i think too myself, "why dont i dare to go further?"
I imagine our lips touching
And sometimes a whisper sprouts, subtle, almost missed
"Hi, may i ask your name miss?"
But then i remember, who this feeling really is
Where it comes from, and if it Will be satisfied with a Kiss
Then at the end of it, ill stay put, not move a muscle
And watch as she leaves the lift