Butterflies in My Belly

The night I told you that I believed in magic, 

I looked you in the eyes as if for the first time 

and found love there, like when I was a little girl 

digging in the backyard for gold 

and unearthed treasures of a different kind.  

You stood in the dark looking down on me, 

your eyes as big as moons, stars spilling 

from your lips as they met mine, 

my breath caught in the nets you had cast with uncertainty.  

You gave me monarch butterflies 

to migrate in my belly, and I gave you perennials 

that only bloom in season.  

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