When she was there

When she was there, when there she was,
She left me bemused, like I never was.
Butterflies in the stomach, they say??

Oh hahahah, when she was there,
the butterflies barely in my stomach did stay.
They instead flew around in a million’s stock,
ensurging my sight till the very horizon.
Colorful, rhythmic, smooth, soothing,
conjuring the most mystifying illusion.

Ahhhh, what eternally colorful vista,
pushed me, unceasingly, into euphoric heaven.
And in the midst of this blissful sway,
there she was, oh ho there she was.
Tender, beautiful, with the most pleasing smile,
black pearl-like eyes, her childlike style,

What torture, I say, on my small little heart,
tickling, tantalizing, pinching it hard.

Oh when she was there, when there she was,
she had that magic that none could surpass.
Many infatuations, affairs after that,
but oh no no no, that magic none could surpass.

Oh no, don’t ask me what blissfully eternal torture it was,
when she was there, when there she was.