Sunday, September 10, 2006

Butterflies

After being high and low and everything inbetween
One day you finally figure it out
You realize now that they just don’t do it for you anymore
Those wild dances, the fox trots, the sparks that fizzle almost as soon as they’re lit
The noisy birdcalls don’t bring you out to play anymore
The speedy ride in lingerie at midnight thrills you no longer
You cannot delight in kisses that don’t leave you breathless
You realize that now
You need someone to slow dance with
Someone to hold you by the fireplace and tell you it’ll be alright
Some one who gives you butterflies

Someone who’s mere presence sends shivers down your spine
Whose eyes hold the key to your soul
Who makes you want to do things you’ve never done before
Someone who’s your fantasy, reality and everything inbetween
Someone who inspires you and is your light in a cold and distant world
Some one who gives you butterflies

You start to yearn for something that’s not so fleeting and instant
But rather, a flicker of something that shimmers and smolders till it bursts into flames of passion
Memories to last a lifetime and keep you warm on the coldest of nights
A hand to wipe away your tears and hold you in times of sorrow
Arms to cuddle but not smother you
Someone who gives you butterflies

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Awww so sweet. The butterflies are still there, they are just sleeping.