Days and days filled with butterflies.
That no one can see with their eyes.
Words pop up and goes away.
But the memory of your magical eyes stay.
Nothing makes sense, no words can come out.
Although the smile shines that is made by your mouth.
The beauty that stands out for eternity.
I just want to stay alone, you and me.
You may cringe from this poem or you might smile.
One day, I’ll make you read it and make you mine.

© Benny