tremble . . . Little butterflies live in my belly . . . I know they are there; I feel them - fluttering, lively, whenever my thoughts alight on you . . . Tremulous, and fragile, they move dartingly anticipating beauty - Believing there is fulfillment in their journey - sustenance awaits . . . These winged spirits dance tickling in me, everytime you're in my mind . . . � K.E.Cline, 1995 |