Smitten

I’m bitten by the love bug.
Felt that little sting.
Now I’ve got a fever.
I do crazy things.

Cupid aimed his arrow,
At my ready heart.
And now I am love-struck
From that little dart.

You’ve become my obsession.
What’s a girl to do?
Since I’m head over heals
So in love with you.

Leanna 2004
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