The Butterflies In My Stomach

Start at the top of my mind Glass of fragile waters flow Trickle at the tip of my heart Crystals of purity form And glow Take hold and announce your presence Into my dark absence Brighten my smile With your single dimple I desire to make us a couple Completely invade my soul It has been missing your mate This desolate island Don’t waste even a single droplet Be the oasis, my paradise Love be the rope that Pulls me to her shore The sand will be turned to glass In the sheer heat of our passion Your love will fill them to the brim For it flows And as I drink and savour And this arid heart turns Please be the florist to the garden, To the butterflies in my stomach