I wonder why I lose my cool,
When your pretty face I see.
I wonder why my heartbeats increase,
And why I just act like a fool.
I’m usually as cold as a tool,
As steady as Polaris keel.
I, whose composure is a well honed skill,
Have suddenly begun to drool.
I want to hold your hand someday,
Walk you home, through thick and thin,
Tell tales of love that leave me flustered.
I want to spend my best of days,
Being there for you, knowing you’re there for me,
Building together a monument of love…..