When you're in love,
Grey skies turn blue;
Butterflies in your stomach
All day through.
No appetite as such,
You just wanna fly,
Whistling away
As the days go by.
No time for darkness,
Negativity is nil;
No need for swallowing
The bitter pill.
The world is alive
With happiness and delight,
For Cupid has arrived
With all his might.
The hugs and caresses
Are all I require,
While we sit and hug
Around the old log fire.
© William Sinclair Manson 2025
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