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
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