Flutterflies

Butterflies
I love the way they flutter
In the pit of my stomach
Melting me to butter
So very seldom
Do they stick around
Or come at all

But when you grabbed my hand
While we sat on the couch...
In the car...
At the haunted house...

Those fated butterflies
Came fluttering 

Now I lay here hoping
They will stick around
Like I hope
Your hand
Will stay locked with mine.