A gentle brush of his fingers ...!

With a soft brush of fingers,

Sending shivers down my spine.

In love I see in his eyes,

It is love, which is responsible for me.

She greets me with a smile,

And leave me with a kiss.

If he ever leave me,

I could not imagine what was going to lose.

Maybe it's his touch,

Or the way I felt.

But whatever

I'm crazy.