My blood boils and my face reddens as I think of you.
The deep feelings I have for you contradict the fear in my heart.
We are constantly taught not to judge a book by its cover,
But I did and I have begun to read the book as well and.. .
So far so good...
You seem to be as delectable as the cover in which conceals you.

I tried to hide myself from you
And when I took myself from you, I began missing you
When I began missing you, I began wanting you
And when I began wanting you, I had to get you
Then somehow you "popped" back into the picture

Smiles now grace my face because I found a nice taste to fill that empty space.
An easy going kind of spirit
An energy that channels positive ambiances into the environment in which it dwells
Infecting all that surrounds it with an elated type of high

Cracking jokes, leaving all with sore cheeks and pained chests because of all the laughter that has escaped our lungs
I'm telling you, I wish everyone could find a book like this
Untitled but it does not alter any of the wonder.

I’m fighting to contain all the excitement bundled inside
You see, I have so much inside that I want to let loose...
Let loose and let fly like silent wishes on the wings of a newborn butterfly.
Delicate but strong enough to keep me afloat in the most severe of winds.

It's so much that comes to mind when I think of you
If only I could put my letters together to make words...
To make these words that would finally spell out the well of emotions that swell up when I think of you
You see, there are not enough letters, symbols, numbers or metaphors to put across the connection that I feel could grow from the spark that has sparked between us.
It's impossible to write in stanzas as the thoughts go from my heart, to my mind down to my pen.
There aren't enough synonyms for happy to explain just how happy I am being nuzzled in your arm.
To find that perfect spot when I could just sleep forever.
My mind is racing faster than my hand can write like a race against time to see how fast I can get these emotions down on paper before they float away like a balloon let go by an anxious child
Losing my breath because of the intensity of my thoughts
I'm filled with so much that you cannot even begin to attempt to imagine or compare this great deal of "like"
I'm living on cloud 9...
What cloud could possibly hope to contain me when I fall in love...?