What is it about you
That mention of your name
And I’m a flutter inside?
We met across a crowded room
Two scared souls
Tentative, unsure, fumbling words
Embarrassed we thought each other a fool.
I rejoice in my good fortune
You thrill my every day
But still the butterflies persist.
Is this the crazy thing called love?
Written for: https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/07/01/kilig/
Morpethroad 
Indeed it surely is!
Thank you Stella….
Welcome.
“I agree, too,” she smiled. “‘Tis love and nothing but.”
“Oh, and nicely written too.” she added, amazed at what she forgets to do.
Thank you…
Beautiful Michael. Love that the butterflies persist. 🙂
Thank you Mandi, keeps one on one’s toes…
Oh dear Michael. That kind of love can somehow endure a lot of stumbling blocks. ❤ Love love love your take! ❤
Thank you Rose, I am just an old romantic…looking forward to tomorrow…
Old romantic is very fine with me, Michael! 😉 Thank youu and I am excited to read your Day 2 post. 🙂
It’s a great idea for a challenge
awww. Thank YOU, Michael! 🙂
Short but oh so sweet. Let’s hope the butterflies hang around for a long time 🙂
Yes so do I.
“Is this the crazy thing called love?” ~ Oh yes it really is! ❤
Thank you Maria
The pleasure’s mine, Michael~ 🙂
I strongly feel that it is the crazy thing called love!
This is wonderful, Michael. Kilig kilig 🙂
Thank you so much I’m flattered by your butterflies in your stomach….have a good day…