Butterflies

Some say

You have butterflies

In you stomach when you are nervous,

Or scared.

But mine are in my heart

They flutter out

To ones I cannot control

But with one quick movement

They are scared and fly off

To the safety of my heart

Every once in awhile

They venture out looking

For the sweet nectar

And the sweet person

Who carries it.

But along the way

They are scared

And again retreat

Never to find the right one

They fly back to my body.

Maybe some day they will fly

Fearlessly out

The hero of my body

They will fly away

And find what they have

Been waiting for.

And flutter gently

On the one

and give my heart away

Once more

But maybe one time,

One special time

They will be there to stay.