Butterflies
Flutters bubbled like boiling water.
As we reached the in between,
I released the flutters that sat deep within me.
Each one rose with beauty and grace
for every smile sent my way.
For each breathe, he took away,
the tickle of wings, sent blushing smiles across my face.
In a dream or reality, who knows which is true.
At least I know you are the reason for the tickle of
wings that'll dance endlessly when you are just being you.
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