Vlinder (original unedited)

It’s odd because I hardly knew you 

It’s like a blur –

you’ve had my heart on loan for a while

I can’t tell you, or anyone how much
I adore those green eyes, your touch
Because it’s all very foolish and juvenile
Like this poem, irrational and romantic
Yet you’re my muse, I’d run for a mile
Just to see you always optimistic, pedantic
This poem is an unworthy mess
A collection of muddled words, thought
Just like my feelings for you I guess
How can one fall so quickly, I fought
Against this for so long. How?
I am a little lost vlinder in her artistic dream
So sir, down to you I bow
For being my muse, yesterday, today, now.