Butterflies and jitters are too cliche.
Just a sight and I get all worried.
These feelings seem to never go away.
My words with you become so hurried.
To hope for more may not be smart.
I let my guard down for the first time.
This is not for the faint of heart.
To leave me this way would be a crime.
As happy as I may seem to you,
Of course I can't help but smile,
I'd hate to admit I can only hear Dark Blue.
I've wanted this for such a long while.
I can only hope that you feel the same way
Until then I will continue to keep my feelings on display.