It is time to leave,
Don’t want to be late.
My stomach is churning,
Nerves, Oh the nerves!
The butterflies,
They flutter fast.
I got there early,
Have to wait.
Will this work out?
Nerves, Oh the nerves!
Coming was a waste.
No, it will be fine.
Someone approaches,
Is it she, no she turns.
Another comes, This must be her.
Nerves, Oh the nerves!
The butterflies,
No, they are birds.
Closer, she comes,
It must be her.
She smiles wide.
Nerves, Oh the nerves!
The sweetest Hello,
To table we go.
The nerves, they settle,
I finally relax.
May we kiss?
She nods, kissing.
I catch her eyes.
Melting I’m hers.
