Blush

It starts deep down, I'm not sure where,
And it fills up the stomach with warmth
Like a fountain, it springs into the chest
And lastly seeps into the cheeks

We want to hide while we smile
If we could only cry, but we laugh
Instead, as if our very beings are
Confused by this sudden reaction

Pink, brilliant rose, I know it
We are glad no one can see it
We hope someone might notice
Yet we hide behind our crimson faces

It's a feeling, it's a word, or a sudden revelation
A forgetful last minute, a mistake in conversation
Sensations, your hand in mine, a rush
It's quite simply just another blush.