• What I feel,

    What is real?


    How can I tell?

    Give me a sign!


    I can't figure this out on my own,

    Help me understand.


    What is this sensation,

    I thought died long ago?


    Why does it return,

    When I am with you?


    These feelings were still,

    But you bring them to life.


    You fill me up,

    With an everlasting joy.


    A joy that calls upon butterflies,

    That flutter away with my despair.


    Through the window,

    That was hidden behind curtains,

    That now let in the sun.