The Luck of You.

Butterflies not only live in my stomach but in my eyes and throat and toes and knees

Oh, how on this earth did you turn my lens into a rose colored tint?

I was happy and content 

I fell asleep and suddenly opened my eyes to another world.

A world in which cupid came from the heavens, tapped me on the shoulder, and struck me upside my head.

It’s in your eyes and teeth.

When you smile at me, I don’t think anything can harm me. 

What type of superhero power is that? 

When I think of you and try to put it into words.

My mind turns into a hopeless game of Scrabble.

Maybe it’s because I’m dumbfounded or scared or thrilled.

It’s because I’m dumbfounded and scared and thrilled. 

So, here’s my attempt at confessing my love for you.

I hope it’s enough for now.

See, I can’t even find a way to end this doppy writing.

Until I can piece us together, here’s your tongue-tied conclusion.