Butterflies

Oh those butterflies, they keep me awake, keep me from hunger, keep me anxious. For days now, weeks they persist. They make my fingers tingle and my heart pound. Those beautiful little creatures, I wish I could resist. Why do they torment me so? I've always loved the way they flutter, but it seems now they insist. I ought to be used to them by now, and yet they give me no rest, not any. And what is it all for? This nervousness, a battle? I've had so many lately. Or is it the promise of meeting a long missed loved one? A new born baby? So now day by day, I have learned this; if those butterflies stopped, my heart would they miss. So now little beauties, please do not cease. As my heart relies on you so, that my love you release.