You remember that day
we first met?
I didn't tell you
about that butterfly
flying in my stomach,
refusing to settle.
It's wings tickling me
everywhere.
I had a smile all through,
My eyes stuck on you
while you were too busy
taking care of me.
Since that day
you have become
a synonym to my comfort.
Nothing else makes me
feel more settled.
But that butterfly,
it still refuses to settle
each time I see you.
And like this,
the feeling of that day
remains preserved.
- Reet
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