Still Crushing

Back then I thoughT I was young and not clever Crushing on you but now it seems like forever If only I could but tell you the way I feel Each time I smell that myristica fragrance from your perfume My stomach got no choice but to catch butterflies And it feels good kike the taste of Frontline fries My heart, it beats rythmically like the sound of fontomfrom Being played at Akwasidae till it is Awukudae My brains go numb till the sound of Xing playing the guitar Each time I look at you, I can but only imagine The warmth of your lips against none but mine Strolling the streets of Ayeduase your hand in mine If only I could but tell you am in love with you Wondering if your dad stole the stars to put in your eyes But all I can see in your eyes is truthful lies