The day we met, you must have been sick
And I seemed to have caught your bug
For your infectious smile and contagious laugh
took immediate development.
I could feel the bug crawl through my veins,
stopping in my chest.
It built a cocoon from strands of your soul
and dangled from my ribs.
I took some time away from you-
in an attempt to replenish my health,
but your face popped up again in my mind
and each time I gained a new bug.
I saw you again and right on time,
the bugs crawled free from their wraps-
butterflies now, brought to life by your presence.
Migrating from heart to head.
They were drawn out by the sound of your voice,
captivated by the sight of your smile.
Reacting like chemicals to the beat of your heart,
starting a fire that burns for you.
Every laugh from your lips causes a frenzy,
of whirling tornadic wings.
Such an elegant process of ups and downs,
and yet I cannot breathe.
The flapping increases when you're near,
generating heat that goes straight to my cheeks.
And though you're the cause of these immovable creatures,
you're also the reason for my bliss.
