The Arrival of the Butterflies:
I can already feel it...already!
Like a slow churning in my stomach.
A dull ache when he's not around.
I find myself searching for traces of him.
His scent on his shirt-ahh...there it is.
"No,stop this now!"I tell myself.
I know it's no good.
For all my thoughts,my energy,my love,will be in vain.
I feel like a naive schoolgirl.
A few weeks and already the butterflies have arrived.
I'm smarter than this!
I know better!
Don't let your heart bleed for this man.
But I read his poetry and I can taste his words.
A glimpse into him.
This beautiful,BEAUTIFUL man.
How can I resist?
How can I stand still when his mind is even more alluring then his eyes?
And oh...those eyes.
One look with those eyes and they're reeling me in,sweeping me up,intoxicating me.

Amber 3-14-04