It starts with a smile,
A simple gesture,
An eye contact of luster,
An imaginary fluster.
It begins with a look,
A piercing insight,
Eyes of lust,
The possibility of
trust.
It’s introduced with gustier,
My heart’s never
mustered,
The ability to be comforted,
The probability of
being cuddled.
It gets going with a
pleasured hint,
With light headed
feet,
The journey indefinite,
The butterflies
welcomed.
It’s undertaken as a
joy,
Slowly evolving into
more,
Butterflies replaced
with overall excitement,
Levels of expectations
and self entitlement.
