That gorgeous scoundrel,
Who looks at you and you just melt,
And makes you think of a whirling dance from your past,
Where the butterflies are evacuating your stomache,
And flying to your head,
Making you light headed and dizzy.
That one seemingly perfect boy,
Who has a dance in his step,
Always ready to sing you a song,
And make you feel special.
That funny guy,
Who's hair is just right,
With the best swoopy bangs,
And bright smile,
The glint in his eye indecating his excitement,
And reminding you he loves a good adventure.
The kinda guy you expect to meet on a storybook train,
Wind blowing your hair in your face as he plays a song.
That old soul who spins you around and reminds you to be happy,
And makes you laugh.
And someday,
Maybe he'll see me the way I see him,
But for now,
He's just a gorgeous scoundrel,
And nothing more.
Who looks at you and you just melt,
And makes you think of a whirling dance from your past,
Where the butterflies are evacuating your stomache,
And flying to your head,
Making you light headed and dizzy.
That one seemingly perfect boy,
Who has a dance in his step,
Always ready to sing you a song,
And make you feel special.
That funny guy,
Who's hair is just right,
With the best swoopy bangs,
And bright smile,
The glint in his eye indecating his excitement,
And reminding you he loves a good adventure.
The kinda guy you expect to meet on a storybook train,
Wind blowing your hair in your face as he plays a song.
That old soul who spins you around and reminds you to be happy,
And makes you laugh.
And someday,
Maybe he'll see me the way I see him,
But for now,
He's just a gorgeous scoundrel,
And nothing more.
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