Where do you find the audacity
to make me feel this way
to make my heart thump
with a single side eyed glance?
Where do you keep the audacity
to permeate my thoughts
to seep into my brain
and be the soul controller of my dopamine?
Who gave you the audacity
to make me daydream about our future
to pick out matching Christmas sweaters
and the name of our future dog?
Where do you put the audacity
to make me wish you asked my name
to make me want to know yours
and all of this from a single glance?
How dare you make me fall in love,
Where did you find the audacity?
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