First Signs of Love

What is this feeling that resides in me I’ve felt it before, but not quiet the same Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee When did Cupid pass that I did not see Certainly in this matter I have no shame What is this feeling that resides in me A nervousness I feel, coupled with glee I am smiling a lot, but am not to blame Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee The experience makes me feel very free But this moth has not eluded the flame What is this feeling that resides in me Something tells me, that I must decree Inside there’s a wildness I can’t tame Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee I’ve felt some joy, but not of this degree It must be real, yet it feels like a game What is this feeling that resides in me Was I stung by the sweetest honey bee Written by Wayland Bunch on 1/31/2013 for Valentine contest.