If I were a deer, you'd be the compass that keeps me true.
I'm like a roe in spring—lightheaded whenever you're near.
Will you let me be the one who watches your back through the woods?
Your voice is the whisper that makes my ears stand up.
I'm caught in your gaze like a fawn in tall grass—hopelessly enchanted.
If being sweet was hunting, I'd be tagged by your smile.
Let's skip like fawns at dawn and never look back.
Is your love a watering hole? Because I'm parched for it.
Your kindness makes me prance like a young stag.
I fawn over you so much, I might need a field of compliments.
Bee mine? I promise next season's honey is yours.
Can I shelter under your warmth like a fawn under a doe?
Your beauty has me grazing on daydreams all afternoon.
If you were a clearing, I'd never leave the light.
Do you feel that? It's my heart thudding like hooves when you're near.
I’d cross a river for you, skipping rocks and worries.
Every time you smile, I feel antlers of joy sprout.
You have me spinning like a deer startled by its own reflection.
I want to be the reason you fold into gentle rest after a long day.
Your eyes are two pools where my whole herd could drown happily.
Can I be the fawn that learns courage by holding your hand?
Your laugh is sweeter than the best wildflower nectar.
Honey, let's make our own honeycomb of memories.
You must be sweet, because I flew miles for a taste.
Your smile has me doing the waggle dance.
Bee-lieve me, meeting you made my wings flutter.
I'm a busy bee, but I'll make time to pollinate your love.
Can I be your honey? I promise to stick around.
I don't need a hive to feel at home with you.
Call me a queen bee, because I want to rule your heart.
