Intoxicated

You render me fearful and excited,
by the aggressing of your charms;
I am saluting, I am delighted
for this gumption sense,
wrapped up in each others' arms.

So hold me tender, pull on close,
look to me and never let go of,
for I am smitten, and of this I shall propose:
we to be merry,
in a world of lies and what not, scoff.

Who would have knew
of how swift this would bloom,
I am still dreamy for all these seems new;
and that someday you,
I shall walk the aisle as the groom.