The Way I Felt Inside

It was the way he sat by me,
Calm, but miraculously genius,
And oh, how he smiled.
I would melt inside,
He did that to me.
He didn't have to be someone else,
He is him and I am me,
That's what made everything better.
Catch a fluttering butterfly,
Tell me how it felt,
Times that by a million,
Then you'll know how I felt.
That static or spark of love,
When we touched,
Felt like a reminder.
He was something, I would catch myself saying,
Is that what love is?
That's the way I felt.
I was terribly wrong.