Butterflies and Wishing Wells

The Fire

By: the iHope Poet

I forgot about the butterflies,

their wings that keep me up at night,

the dreams that make me wish that I

was somewhere flying next to you.

I forgot about the bashful smiles,

the frequent grins from broad to mild,

and how they make my heart go wild

for someone just across the room.

I forgot about the fiery surge

that comes with such a rampant scourge

of passion, gold, and wishing, bold,

from praying what will last is you.

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