It never stops amazing me,
How the butterflies know you are around.
I wonder,
How to stop them after you've gone.
Even when you're not around,
I smile at the thought of you.
Some call it a crush,
I call it luck at its best.
You have no idea,
How I feel about you.
You have no idea,
That I hope you dream of me;
Like I dream of you.
It crosses my mind to tell you,
But I don't want your smiles to stop amazing me.
You could call it many things,
The things I feel for you.
You could call me your secret admirer,
Because as long as you smile,
Ill remember why.
