We get giddy, and we sparkle
setting of a special glow,
when a man loves us,
and we too love him so,

we loose all perspective
of the things we knew before,
and we really don't care,
if we're changed for ever more.

For we love to turn to jello,
when he just looks our way,
and he's inspired justly
to find the words to say,

to make us loose our footing,
and make our knees grow weak
and only just because
he took the time to speak,

thank heavens that it wears off
and grows into something that,
makes those breathless words,
turn into normal chat.

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Written by: Cara Marie Filipeli