My Kind of Fever

His words go straight into my head
And it spreads down my whole body
Settling somewhere at the center
I love the language he uses
To describe what he feels for me
I don’t understand what he says
My body does the translation
My heart races, my palms sweaty
This is the fever I longed for
His grey warm eyes and soothing smile
Makes me want to burst into tears
He gives meaning to all love songs
Like he was the muse behind them
Falling in love is a feeling
I never want to get over

YENI