Tips of my fingers tickle,
Beats of my heart shuffle,
How would it feel if I touch her dimples?
I’m lost in dreaming,
As she’s smiling at some distance,
Should I go near?
Or remain here?
Will she turn her back if she’ll notice?
Secretly I’m watching,
As she’s talking at some distance,
Baby you’ll fit into the frame of my heart,
If it comes true it’ll be the most beautiful part,
Even when they seem so simple,
I’m getting lost in the depth of your dimples…