Shying eyes, smiling lips
Anxious to know the world of His;
Sweaty palm, trembling hand
He was going to be my man.
The cup of coffee which I did not make
He simply nodded, I didn't deserve the praise;
The sitting beside, intoxicating scent
To poison, my senses are that what he meant?!
The family chatter, his stare
My butterflies went wild, it’s not fair;
Cheeks blushing the hand in hand
He nodded so did I,
We were going to be wife and man.