Butterflies

When I see you I am calm. My heart pounds but in a strong calming manner, my knees don’t shake; in fact they’re numb. I don’t get butterflies, and I don’t boast. But somehow I know you’re the one and if not I know I’m going to be heartbroken by my own string of hope.

This poem is about: 
Me

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