He walks through the door,
and my stomach knows it before my eyes.
As though in a trance,
the room blurs and buzzes around me.

His gaze finds mine,
and a rosy blush creeps up my cheeks.
As he smiles at me,
I feel a chill tickling its way down my spine.
Goosebumps emerge across my arms,
and not entirely because of the frigid air
of this pale day.

The butterflies are in a frenzy,
twittering and fluttering around my mind,
making my fingers tremble slightly.
They excite my pulse,
and my heart starts to race
upon hearing those butterflies sing.

When he laughs,
I can't help but do the same,
the things he says
resonating in my head,
keeping a shy smile on my face
at even the dreariest times of day.