BUTTERFLIES OF YOU
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your palm closed to my palm -
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your breath spread on my neck –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your fingers on my skin –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of you lips locked on my lips –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your feet on my feet –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your skin rubbed on my skin –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of your eyes gazing in my eyes –
It gives me butterflies.
Have I ever told you?
Yes, you.
That the warmth of you – the whole of you –
It gives me butterflies.
NOW YOU KNOW.
YOU SHOULD KNOW.
THAT’S WHY I AM TELLING YOU.
IT’S YOU THAT GIVES ME BUTTERFLIES ALL THROUGH.
May 13,2008
THE LOFT
1PM
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem