I am in love, how do I know? it's simple, when I walk alone on the street I go with few friends, antisocial without smiling or showing kindness,
I like to be quiet and reserved,
but when I look at him,
when I'm with my heart goes crazy,
beats fast and out of control,
my alter ego is activated and it seems like my main identity is leaving,
I feel something in my stomach,
Something warm and warm at the same time
i think stomach butterflies do exist.
What made me fall in love with?
i don't know,
well yes,
but it is that there are many things he has and on time he would not be able to say it was,
just know her eyes are beautiful,
a child's soul and the transparency of a glass,
in the smile the brightness of a dawn and in its pupils the blackness of a starry night,
skin as of velvet,
and the tranquility of a spring,
the hands of an angel,
I may like everything about him but his hands,
His hands are precious,
I hadn't seen any like this,
in them carry my dreams,
also my fears,
also my sorrows,
also my life and also my soul,
i could hold my whole world and the universe equally.
I don't know what's going on with me anymore,
some things inside me have been extinguished for good,
for example,
my eyes no longer shine but is with your presence, (I have no eyes for anyone else)
no one looks handsome to me,
no one cares to me,
I can't look at another soul only his, because we're connected,
I perceive no more aromas but its perfume,
Neither could I breathe but it's His breath,
and I don't exaggerate,
it's just that I really think yes I'm in love,
or at least I'm dreaming maybe and if so they don't wake me up,
I want to stay like this,
so i feel good,
this is how I want to live.
but when I look at him,
when I'm with my heart goes crazy,
beats fast and out of control,
my alter ego is activated and it seems like my main identity is leaving,
I feel something in my stomach,
Something warm and warm at the same time
i think stomach butterflies do exist.
What made me fall in love with?
i don't know,
well yes,
but it is that there are many things he has and on time he would not be able to say it was,
just know her eyes are beautiful,
a child's soul and the transparency of a glass,
in the smile the brightness of a dawn and in its pupils the blackness of a starry night,
skin as of velvet,
and the tranquility of a spring,
the hands of an angel,
I may like everything about him but his hands,
His hands are precious,
I hadn't seen any like this,
in them carry my dreams,
also my fears,
also my sorrows,
also my life and also my soul,
i could hold my whole world and the universe equally.
I don't know what's going on with me anymore,
some things inside me have been extinguished for good,
for example,
my eyes no longer shine but is with your presence, (I have no eyes for anyone else)
no one looks handsome to me,
no one cares to me,
I can't look at another soul only his, because we're connected,
I perceive no more aromas but its perfume,
Neither could I breathe but it's His breath,
and I don't exaggerate,
it's just that I really think yes I'm in love,
or at least I'm dreaming maybe and if so they don't wake me up,
I want to stay like this,
so i feel good,
this is how I want to live.