Bliss.

It’s pure bliss.

There’s no other word for it.

The feeling I get when you walk in the room,

When I see your smile 

And that look you always flash

It’s more than butterflies.

It’s more than happiness.

It’s pure bliss.

You put me on a cloud.

And I float up there in the sky

until it’s time to say goodbye.

I don’t know what it is,

What makes us so good?

Why does it feel so good?

Why does it fit so well?

Well, who cares why!

It works in a perfect way, a weird way.

A perfectly weird way.

And I love it.

It’s pure bliss.