Wistful

A girl dreaming of love

Like a young school girl; I am wishful
Of new beginnings with another.
Nothing could compare to love,
It brings a feeling like no other.

My heart is blissful 'n yearning,
for a kiss and deepened romance.
And the holdings of our hands;
Oh-I am hoping for this chance.

Butterflies begin to flutter within
my stomach, as I can only dream.
Of the first time we shall meet,
For me a fairy tale it would seem.

Musing the very thought of him,
And the way we would dance all night.
My love is hopelessly devoted,
To making a dream ignite.