Morning, lunch, after-school hangouts,
Long phone calls into new morning light.
Butterflies in my stomach rise to my heart,
Which beats hard through everyday and night.
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The title reflects the poem. The writer does a fine job of describing the
growing love within her. She also does it in a few words. None wasted.
A good structure as well.
GW62
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The title reflects the poem. The writer does a fine job of describing the growing love within her. She also does it in a few words. None wasted. A good structure as well. GW62