Shes Always Given Me Butterflies

I’d only have to look at her or touch her softest skin, the tingles and the butterflies would always flutter within Then something changed, in her not me, but the butterflies they did not leave. Now when I see or speak to her, the butterflies remain, instead of love and happiness they cause anxiety and pain. I guess these butterflies will always stay deep inside, But for now they’ll rest until I find, another soul who can make them fly.