Butterflies

There are pages in my book I never want
You to see but somehow you take the 
Pages right of my hands and you
Show me the brighter side of life. 

I don’t know if I should embrace how
I feel.. The thought of being vulnerable
Again scares me speechless. 

My hands and breath will tremble at the
Sight of love. Tears will form in my eyes
And trace down my face. I look to you
For answers but all you give me are
Butterflies. 
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