You give me butterflies
When you hold my hand
And play with my fingers like they're delicate and precious to you
When you play with my hair
And rest your head against mine
When you give me that look
Or tell me I'm beautiful
When its just us in your truck
We have the best conversations
When you try to tickle me
Or hug me around the waist
You mean everything to me
And no one gives me butterflies like you do.