Cold-Feet!

Every time I see you, I am afraid to look For fear that I may stare, and my awe of you will be mistook As not a symbol of my adoration, but of something otherwise That's why when you look at me, I tend to avert my eyes I am not worthy to behold the beauty that you possess I have you in the forefront, and in the recess...of my mind I always seem to find the words to say, But when I open my mouth in your presence, those same words slip away Now finally I've regained control of my vocal chord But my moment with you has past back to the drawing board I mentally coach myself: next time don't be so tense; And when you speak to her, say something that makes sense; Don't be afraid, just let it all go I see you again, and my confidence goes from high to low My hands get all sweaty, I'm just not ready to be with someone seeming so perfect My mind says tell her how you feel, but I can't...I'm just too nervous!!!