We're making memories
Dreams, Building, Growing
I cant seem to get past this
Feeling I recieve
Tickling feeling, Butterflies
Whenever you're near me
Thinking it seems to good to be
Like, Dear God is this man
Truly for me
This thing we have definitely
exists, and I pray it never ends
Even though it hasn't officially even began
I've never been fond of being touched
But your arms around me will never be too much...
You give me...."ButterFlies"