Alyce Gardner - Butterflys

I hate the way they make me feel,
With every loving glance you steal
The butterflys are rough, demanding
You look away, they stop commanding

I feel inside every embrace
and every time I see your face
The butterflys inside me chest
Fluttering beneath my breast

I don't know why they torment me,
or why they fly so violently
They tell me how much I love you
I wonder if you feel them too

Alyce Gardner

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