Written by: Jodie Williams

Secrets concealed between two entities
Tangent and real, or so I believe
The smallest of glimpses, I'm weak at the knees do that to me

Nothing else matters when you are around
I can't hear a thing but the delicate sound
Of the butterflies captured inside my tummy do that to me

And even in dreams I'm followed by words
That you wrote, just for me, that no one else heard
It gives me contentment that if I were free
You'd be tattooed on me.