Well, my goodness me!

What could this be?

What's this strange feeling in my chest?

I feel oddly dizzy when you call me in.

What feeling is this to be confessed?

Why am I sometimes at a loss of words

When I am around that boy?

Oh yes, I know, it sounds so absurd

But that "brat" fills me with sheer joy.

Well, my goodness me!

What could this be?

Why must I love your presence?

When one day I know, I'll be your death.

From your body, I'll steal your life essence.

I can't stop fate written in a bond,

But at times, I wish it would change.

The thought of ME, a DEMON no less,

Falling in love is strange.

I'd be the laughing-stock in the depths of hell.

How funny indeed it is,

For an agent of darkness, a fallen angel

To want to be ONLY his.

Well, my goodness me!

What could this be?

Is it that I NEED him to thrive?

I didn't ask to fall in love

With the last of Phantomhive's.