Devotion Designer

Hosting a bash, the belly butterflies flutter, From the thought of you, I melt like butter. Strong willed, outspoken unless my affection, My retreat if ever eyes should meet in your direction. To reveal what I feel, I stand petrified from the fall. Like a forest, too timid to hear the Timber call. Heart trapped in the middle of social and destiny game, Yet, I'm the only one between the two of them to blame. Past romance all perishable love precedents, But why should you get blamed from prior antecedents? Temperature upsurge from feasible pleas able passion merge.