He finally said he loved me.
I write this out with a smile on my face.
I feel as if I'd explode with glee,
he makes me feel like I'm in outer space.

I float as if I'm top of cloud nine,
I don't care what's to come.
All I know is that he is finally mine,
and he's as sweet as bubble gum.

Lately, I’ve found myself singing.
The songs coincidentally correlate to you.
Lately, I’ve found myself writing.
All the things I could not state to you.

Chess? Monopoly? Uno?
What kind of game am I to you?
The instructions, you do not know.
Yet you enjoy doing what you do.

Words are fun,
like playing in the sun.
They run and burn out,
as if there was never a doubt.

The mesmerizing aroma
is like the bubbles in soda.
The feeling of satisfaction,
giving into the attraction.
Was willing to give it a chance,
but It tipped over at first glance.