The one

Yes, you are the one
Whose sight throbs my heart
And my hands fumble
With butterflies rambling in my belly

Hey lofty man, you own a golden heart
I am delighted to have met you 
For your essence is not shamming

Thank you for adoring those glitches in me
For being an endower to grace
The woeful life of mine
 For this I shall be indebted for eternity

I mean  it
Because I am no coquette who entice

For I am avid lover.