To not stand a chance against
The eyes of a woman so captivating
Acts as a blessing with the hammer that chips away at this
defenseless exterior.
Even the quickest of glances brings a certain singing to
my heart.

And if theres a bell to be rung
To wake this love-stricken heart of mine,
Your name sounds off the alarm
To make whats beautiful inside to shine.

Infatuation constructs the clever wording to capture
this sought-after heart.
As warm as the atmosphere of a summers morning,
A window opened to someone this adoring
The brightest sunlight underneath wouldnt hold a candle
to the passion left inside.

Your lips push a certain press,
Enraptured by them, delighted by them.
But to have those lips pressed onto mine
Would leave a man in pieces, crumbles at your side.

These crumbles of a man in love
You could place them in a garden
Where flowers would grow
Only to blossom and bloom at each loving smile.