The feeling of love is like a spring breeze flowing by
Squish, squash, and swoosh is what I hear in my heart
For as like the trees going through the breeze she walks
The emotion screams at me to tell her hi
A fresh freeze from the air chills me
She brings that feeling that I have missed for a long time
When it comes to her, she is no mime
I like her as much as my Wii
I see her once a day, if not twice
She loves to see me, unlike most
It puts her in a good mood, such as those on the east coast
She blinds me with words such as the 3 blind mice
The feeling of love is a mystery to me
The girl I like will also be so questioning
She is worth more than mentioning
Though I need forever to let it be
