Enthralled with the way you look. Entranced with the way you talk. Enamored with the way you walk.
Extraordinary
Darling, you are the Most extraordinary and
It’s Called Falling
I’m walking a dangerous line One mistake, one misstep
The Start
The words of a love song Pours from the speakers
Sap
"You're a sap." She says with a fond grin
Language of Flowers
Little Aster, I do love your daintiness Though never as true as Forget- Me- Knots
What a Mess
You are a catastrophe To the highest degree
Moonstruck
As the world moves With the waxing and waning
Blush
Smoldering look upon his face Watches her walk away With a blush warming her cheeks
Half in Love
He was beautiful In a roguish sort of way
Fragment of a Figment 