Butterflies
The slight twinge in your chest when they utter your name
The subtle way they shine bringing everyone to shame
You’re glances short, sweet and persistent
Trying to be subtle trying to resist and
Failing miserably ever so happily
Being drawn to them ever so hopelessly

All the color in the world seems to drain
As soon as they walk away
They are your light, your beacon
Make your knees feel weak and
When they look you in the eyes
Butterflies.