Butterflies

You know that thing they call the butterflies The small tingle that you get in the pit of your stomach The one that you get when you look at that one person Or the one that you get where you feel like it's empty Not the kind that you replace with a meal The kind where you feel like there's something missing Where it leaves you confused; befuddled Your not sure if you sick or in distress But they call it the butterflies Because it flutters relentlessly It tingles and gives you a light quiver And then it flies away