You Look, I Sense

Describe being infatuated.

It comes as no surprise

To find

That you have x-ray eyes

Into my soul

You look

Cute blinkers fluttering

It makes my lips

Curve at the sides.

You tint me with color--

Flushed with warmth

I take in song

And let it inflate

My chest's inner glad bag

Breathing gently

I happily feel like a Dork from Ork.

My pretty plain

My playful platypus

Who is

The look

The sens

Ation