there is something about that moment-
when i first called you for the sake of endearment,
when i met your eyes while i was in front of the whole class -
they were transparent, like looking at a glass

and it was open for me,
whole, not shattered; ignited
it was attracting me to see
it was screaming something that needs to be said

there is something about those butterflies-
you see, i had a first love: poetic love,
but never this romantic;
like everything is real and without lies

but in our skies,
we meet but can never collide.
in our skies, my dear,
you are there and i am here.