Love Poem: She Loves the Butterflies

She Loves the Butterflies

She thinks of me every night and day,
I've since become the words she say
At night when she talks to the rafters.
In her story I've invaded every chapter.

She watches every step that I do,
She swears to her friends she loves me and it's true.
Talks about me when she's with her best friends,
It's more than a crush and it will never end.

When I walk in the streets of the hometown,
She shakes, she shudders, she smiles and she frowns,
Says to her friends "Oh daughters of Jerusalem
Please do not make me say his name"

Every night she dreams of me and she loves
Everything I do, I say, and also my outfit.
Blinded by love she prays to God above,
"Oh I love and I wish he knew it."

When birds sing she thinks of me
When lovers kiss she close her eyes
And meditate of me at night when she dreams,
And every morning when she sees me she prays I tell.

I never fell for a guy like me,
But someone did and now it's hurting...
I swear my dreams are colourful and they are yummy:
She loves the butterflies in her tummy.