It is hard to make sense of love
Because you want it to feel right
But people are so weird
You don’t ever know what he wants
But you like the look in her eyes
And kisses always give butterflies

Love is like a butterfly,
Morphing into the beauty called love
Knowing he is good when he looks you in the eyes
And when he lets you be right
Because he knows that’s what you want
And in love, that’s not at all weird.

But when that becomes weird,
And he loses the butterflies
Not caring for what you want
And you know he’s not right
Because he lost the look in his eyes.

Now when she looks you in the eyes
At first it all seems weird
But later it feels just right
Because you both will have the butterflies
And know that you’re in love
Which is exactly what you want.

But she says it’s not right
And you aren’t what she wants.
You try to remind her of the butterflies,
But see no spark in her eyes
No longer a relationship, it feels weird.
Without her, you don’t feel loved.

We all have the right to love.
But do we all want to feel weird?
Or fear seeing the loss of butterflies through someone’s eyes?