Why do I always fail when it's you?
Why do I run short of words and deeds??
Why am I weird, embarrassed or shy, when it comes to arguing with you??
I'm no more bold, dashing or daring;
I just entangle myself in a cocoon of awkwardness,
brushing myself away from your domain
& enter into a world where you're mine
Though I've got an ocean of words,
Muscly to hold your tongue and seal your lips;
Once your eyes meet mine Uh! OH! Oh!
"Get me my muffle and lock me in forever"