I might look calm

I might look calm, but in my head I have killed you a number of times.

How can I call the lone night

How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight? Be it not said, thought, understood — Then it will be — good night.

Makes me blush

Youre not only my Candy, you are also my Crush; Whenever I see your Pic, it makes me blush!