When he would walk into a room
Her heart will swing in full bloom
Beating, fluttering, like a butterfly
Throat will catch, tears in her eyes
He touches her, she feels the heat
Of the things that are so very sweet
Not just some kind of sexual flatter
Knows he is real, is all that matters
He stares and gives her that look
She knows, she's is an open book
Loving this man with all her heart
This she knew right from the start
Grabs her hand places by his side
Lets him lead her and be her guide
Together, they go over to his place
Her heart skips, then begins to race
Not thinking clearly, this she knows
As he leads her, with him, she goes
Questioning, where will this end?
Well, come on back and read it again...
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