Mark Peel

Rookie (Lake Forest, IL)

Butterflies - Poem by Mark Peel

I see you walking towards me
My heart becomes busy as a bee
My hands start shaking
And my sweat starts breaking

Your face beautiful as day
Makes me feel like I'm floating away
So I try and hold on real tight
Like a child does their first kite

Why this is happening I'm unsure
But with all my heart want it to endure
There are some things money never buys
All I know is, you give me butterflies

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012

Poem Edited: Saturday, August 11, 2012


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