Butterflies

It's like I'm walking through a green field while flowers bloom around me. 

The sun shines upon me not a single cloud to see.

No wind at all, but yet, there's no heat

An extravagant feeling when two eyes do meet.

Should I talk? Should I listen? I'm not sure what to do.

Am I annoying? Too quiet? Why can't I be normal around you?

Do you like me, or are you just being nice?

I really like you, am I being too concise?

There's a speed in my heart when you look at me 

and your eyes they shine. 

Could I really be all that you see?

'Cause boy, I've got butterflies for you 

and I've gotta know do you get them, too?