every now and then, when life's mundanity <br />settled itself upon my soul, <br />your face, always your face, <br />would flash once, twice and then disappear <br />like a butterfly that landed <br />and flew <br />before I could gaze upon her wings. <br />In that split second, <br />I held you in my arms <br />as something <br />tore <br />inside.<br /><br />Casper Fields<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-thing-with-crushes/
