Butterflies

Well, this is new!

You give me butterflies.

Why can't I stop thinking about you?

Did you cast a real spell?

You did say, you could do magic

With your hands.

Butterflies, they say, are the most 

Beautiful creatures!

Does that make me more attractive to you?

My heart paces and I am out of breath,

Every time I see you,

Or I feel you.

Is it me or is it you?

Do you feel the butterflies too?

Makes me wonder, how long will this spell last?

Is it already in the past?

What if it's more than just a moment's trance?

What if we're caught in a timeless dance?

Each glance we share, a spark, a flame,

Will we be the same, or is this just a game.

Maybe this spell isn't meant to break,

But to grow, to learn, to awake.

And whether it's magic, or simply not true

I know, right now, I’m enchanted by you.