The Way I feel

A million butterflies,
My heart exploding.

In the dead of night,
My voice a whisper.

The soothing sound of your voice,
My breathing erratic.

Only your words matter.
My heart listens.

My arms empty,
Longing to hold you.

My mouth curved upwards,
Involuntary reactions.

The way I feel,
Is perfect.

This time it’s real,
Not merely illusion.

This is something rare.
It’s called love.