I'm Not Smitten.

I smile, I blush
Some say smitten comes to mind
I’d like to say they’re wrong.
Yet I don’t know how act.
I can’t remember how to breathe
And when around you I often find myself trying to remember.
Butterflies make me stutter
And time freezes when we’re together.
Your eyes are the sweetest I’ve ever locked with
And I wish I didn’t have to look away.

I can lay with you everlastingly and not want to move.
I could repeat myself with lines like these,
And tear up at each of them with a smile.

Yet I scare myself with how much I like you.
I’m afraid of being this happy, this soon.
I think I’m afraid of happiness,
Is there a phobia for that?
It’s silly; I know it is, on some level.
But still I remain shy in the way I feel.

You can see right through the bashful cover
And to the spark you strike within.
Is that enough though?
Silent eyes without the words needed to make them polish.

I smile, I blush
And I feel crazy inside whenever you’re around.
Some say I’m smitten,
I say I’m clueless.