When you fall in love,
The grey skies turn to blue;
Butterflies dance in your stomach
All the long day through.
Appetite fades away,
You only want to fly;
Whistling a happy tune
As the days go drifting by.
There is no time for darkness,
Negativity is nil;
No longer must you swallow
Any bitter, heavy pill.
The world is waking up
With happiness and delight;
For Cupid has arrived
With all his golden might.
The hugs and the caresses
Are all that I require;
As we sit and hold each other
Beside the old log fire.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025
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