Antique Emotions

An army of butterflies rushed from their beds;

And fluttered their way to my stomach instead.

My chest thumped a rhythm that broke down my walls,

Now, this is perfection; I heard cupid call.

His larynx like windchimes; so gentle and calm,

While sweet, melted ice cream ran down his slick palm,

Our hands soon collided; in an amorous mess,

As I fell for him madly, I have to confess!

His smile like blackbirds destined to sing,

His eyes like magic; that turned winter to spring.

I felt myself jitter whenever we spoke;

My words became jumbled as I started to choke.

Then came a fire that was only a flame;

When he finally told me that he felt the same.

He outshone the stars that lit up my night;

Like a sunset on water, a pure delight.

My future now painted in bright, vivid colors;

for the universe knew we'd be optimal lovers.

For the sunshine grew golden like never before,

These splendid emotions for us to explore.