Why? That is my question.

Why do I feel like you're the exact definition of perfection?

Why are you so amazing even though I'm only staring at your reflection,

Not making a sudden movement,

Nor a motion, yet your voice is like the ocean,

In a white noise machine, I mean,

I wanna be your queen.

Falling head over heels for you and you have no clue,

As to how I feel when you do the things you do.

Like when you smile or make a face,

My heart begins to race,

I can't control it, can't hold in,

My feelings, my head is reeling,

I wanna learn the feeling that comes from a kiss,

Or when you gently place your hands on my hips,

Pulling me close to you. 

Yes, I have feelings for you.