Rem on Crush

My sentimental mind say she might be...
Just my type, see it just seems like she...

Could be my Next... I mean my Wifey
Dunno if it's right see it seems unlikely

Despite me... I delight in my mind's sight
Approaching politely, declarin' my identity

And then inviting this lady to like me
And maybe igniting all the right things

But it seems so frightening... my daydreams spite me
I'm in love with love, but love don't like me

My thought bubble pops... now she sees me
So I see her... sippin' on her reisling...

Her eyes teasing but I'm still breezing
But oh how I wanna hear the song she sings...

My eyes feast on her physical
Taste everything visible, distractions are minimal

Attraction is critical, reaction is chemical...
She is my pinnacle; I feel it in my ventricles

Maybe this is clinical; I'm too analytical
My love is up for grabs and it's you I wanna give it too...