What are these feelings, the ones inside me,
fluttering around, unnerving, don’t you think?
Whenever I see you, I get this feeling,
A feeling I’m floating on air,
Yet another feeling, one which, again, confuses me,
Butterflies, isn’t that it?
Yes, that’s them, but why?
I believed it was your elder that took my heart away,
not you, the spoilt little boy,
for when I look into your eyes, I get that feeling reserved just for him.
Who would think that it is now reversed,
that  I have these feelings when yours are preoccupied?
I do not get jealous, I do not want, but I have these feelings,
why is this happening to me?
Is it you or is it him?
I cannot know, I can only guess.

I went ahead and selected an icon for you because I couldnt be bothered waiting lol.

Great poem too

this poem worries me because i think i know who it's about... lol
xx