The transition was a magical thing.
The butterflies,
finally grown and matured enough to be on their own,
have left my stomach.
They were once wrapped tightly in their cocoons.
But when I met you,
they began to evolve into something beautiful.
Then all at once, they were flying . . .
All around my stomach every time I heard your name.
And when I saw you,
they got so excited they could barely contain myself.
And when you kissed me and held me in your arms,
they had never felt more alive.
But now that they have gone,
it is only love that remains.
When I hear your name,
it warms my heart like golden rays of sun.
Each time I see you I am complete again,
no longer living half alive.
And when you kiss me,
my body fills with the oxygen I need to keep me alive.
The time has come when you are my lifeline.
No longer an infatuation,
but a necessity that I need without thinking about it.  
So do me a favor, my love.
Next time you look up at the stars in the sky,
see if you can find our names.
I promise they're written up there.