You make me weak
In the knees
You give me chills
Along my spine
You give me a fever
In my head
And butterflies
In my gut
I’m
So
In
Love
With
You
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Spell-binding! brought a tear to my eye and I know that butterfly feeling you speak of. Beautifully done.
This is just lovely -So heart warming. Love the structure of the last lines -like little butterlies soaring 🤍
This made me smile so much! I think everyone would have felt this at least once in their life.
They sure are amazing!! Excellent little piece M Combs! ☺️👏
Awwww. So sweet!
Such a lovely piece, Mother! 💞🦋
Very nice!!! I like this!!!