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When we talk I do something I do not do otherwise, smile,
just hear you giggle even a little and it makes me wanna smile,
slowly learning more and more about you, all ears,
quickly getting more and more into you, screw fears.

The light inside gets turned on once I hear your voice, warm light,
overtakes my body with a tingle and my stomach with wings, quietly fluttering,
someones hair is in danger of being tucked behined her ear, you are beautiful,
hopefully I don't stutter with all the clutter that tends to be swimming in my head, no matter how blind you think I am.

When you text me heyyyy, before I respond, I smile,
I long to simply hold your hand and nothing else, much more than attraction,
personality that if were compared with sports teams you would beat, the 27 time boys from the Bronx,
always have a way of keeping my open with everything, mind warming voice as hypnosis...

when we talk about the possibility of your maybe, I smile,
when I think that I have you there to talk to, I smile.