Blushing

Ok by no means should you be able to make
Me blush like you do.

I will be fine one second, and then a blushing,
Stuttering mess the next; all because of you.

I don’t hate it, I’m just stating my case here.

You are way too good at it.

At this point I could probably die from the
Amount of blood that rushes to my cheeks.

And I thought as time went on, I would get
Used to it, right?

Wrong.

I guess this is what they mean when they say
Love never grows old, huh?