Winner Of My Heart

I often find myself thinking of you.
Why must my mind always wander to this?
Is it odd that I want you as my beau?
My dream is for us to share just a kiss.

Kiss; a simple thing but often trouble.
You come off as the player type to me.
That is alright but I don't want to fumble.
My heart is yours but break it and I'll flee.

I'm aware this could come off as sappy,
But I promise you I am not that type.
You just happen to make me so happy,
I feel like a powerpuff girl in flight.

When I see your face my heart, it soars.
My heart is the prize, and hunny, you scored.