Butterflies

That feeling.

I want him.

 

Imagining him standing in front of me

Makes my heart race

Imagining those beautiful eyes lock with mine

Makes my hands quiver

 

I’ve never had this overpowering feeling

Of nervousness, excitement, and the unknown.

I’ve never experienced this kind of passion before.

It is indispensable.

 

I need him.

 

Butterflies.

The only way I can describe this feeling

That rushes through my veins

From the sounds of his name.

 

 His voice has become the voice in my head

And every time I think

I hear that glorious sound

And every fiber of my body is electrified

 

I love him.

 

I breathe for him.

To be in his presence one last time would keep me sane

To feel his touch once more would relieve this weight

To know that he wants this heart, my heart

Only.

 

I love him.

Reviews

[alesuriko]

Cute description, emotive and personal. Everything sounds rather cheesy to me though. Good flow and rhythm though for the most part.

[GunMetal]

One thing, you seemed to have spelled "imagining" wrong a couple times in that first stanza.

This was very sweet =) Your description was very fine, and I especially liked this
"I hear that glorious sound
And every fiber of my body is electrified"
Very well done.

[Pax Analog]

Some young swain is fortunate to be so regarded by the fair maiden.

Your lines recall first love as the plucking of a harp's heart strings.

Fine filigreed love poem.

[Chantel]

Great write! My favorite lines:

"I breathe for him. To be in his presence one last time would keep me sane"

I know exactly what you mean. It's kind of a relief to read this because I thought I was simply obsessed. :)P
I like how you started and ended the last stanza with "I love him." Amazing!!! :)

[A.Lee]

You can really feel the need in this piece. Nicely written.