They float around my blushing soul, those creatures gay and free,
The butterflies that beat their dusty wings inside of me,
My eyes are wide, my legs are numb, though nothing can deter,
The paralyzing moment when my heart begins to stir,
A rosy hue creeps up my flesh, a painful blissful haze,
I'm soaring with delight and awe, yet spellbound by his gaze,
At night we dance, aglow with joy, his smile a lasting shine,
He claims my heart with ease and grace, it's his, no longer mine.
- Ellen Jephcott -
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