Mouths dry; suddenly I’ve become the
proverbial bride blushing before her groom
The butterflies you awaken in my insides
are enough to shake me up a thousand years to come
Shall I describe the moment our eyes first kissed? It was fire.
I could practically see the sparks going off, your head singing hallelujah chorus
Electric zings when our hands touch, I still have my burned hands to prove my tale
They say shakabula is a mystery but our love story is more mysterious.
In your hugs I find peace
In your lasting embraces I call home
To others you might be just one random guy
But to me you’re my guy, my gee
You, Mr. Baby.