The Rush

When he looks at you,
Do you feel the rush?
The butterflies in your gut,
The slowly rising blush?

Every time you work,
Do you feel the rush?
You start to wonder,
May be it’s a little crush?

You think you’ll say hey,
And you think about it all day.
That’s how you know,
He’s got you spinning away.

He’s touched your heart,
With no need for a glove.
Do you think that this,
May be this is love?

Then there’s the moment,
The moment that speaks to you.
That’s when you know,
He feels the rush too.