Looking

When you look at me, I want to melt.
I get all nervous, and fear you'll find my secret.
Do I want you to know? Am I ready to see if you'll be mine?
I don't know what to do; This has never happened before.
What happens next? I think I'm on cloud nine.
Will there be a day, When we'll look back,
And realize how foolish we were?
~2001~