Butterflies

A brief description of what I can only describe as true love.

Soft whispers and warm molasses.
A feeling that has no contest.

Regardless of the time that passes.
My heart pounds inside my chest.

Nervous and anxious, shy and timid.
Giggling sporadically at night.

Mixing together fluidly, liquid.
Nothing could feel so right.

Reviews

[Chris]

This one leaves a smile behind my eyes ...real does that.

[RutabagaMac]

Thank you so very much!

[Danny Metcalfe]

Nice poem. I get the feeling the anxiety in the poem is coming from the fear of change? The butterfly being the great symbol of re-birth. My interpretation. Very well written. :)

[RutabagaMac]

Thank you so much for commenting on my writing, would you like to review others? In turn I will review your work if you'd like.

[Danny Metcalfe]

Yes, of course. That would be wonderful.