Been thinking lately, reflecting into life about what I used to and what I become.

To tell you frankly, what I felt towards you has stayed longer than I expected.

It changes into something. Much bigger.

Before, seeing your smile feels like a fluttering of butterflies in my stomach. Maybe they have been in the garden just between my lungs.

Lately, I have never felt any tumult inside. Perhaps, just like before, they never survived.

And instead of making my hypothalamus in silence, there is more than butterflies in there.

Something larger than a flower garden.

What I felt about you— the fluttering of wings of butterflies— has change into tremors of large elephants.

They become more than I expected. And they are now making a forest from that garden between my lungs, they are making it a sanctuary for them to multiply.

Before, it's just butterflies, with small  flitter. Now, it grew into a colossus, unpredictable feelings.

What am I to say? What am I tell you?

Loving you is natural, so I am now a naturalist. And I am planning to die with this profession, to love you what might we become.

—Sant Bibliophile 🌻