Its Love

The poetry inside me wont let me be.
I write words upon words, about you and me.

My heart is like a butterfly, it flutters non stop.
It will never stop fluttering, until my heart you drop.

We are just friends, but you don't even know.
That these feelings are beginning to show.

I have never felt this good as I once did.
why do I feel this, why cant my feelings be hid.

I will tell you how I feel but when and how?
would you feel the same, this would you allow?

I need to know how you feel, ill run to you
because I want to paint your heart with colors
and not in blue