What is this feeling?
The one we still can't explain,
This fleeting feeling.

Butterflies reside
Within the stomach, That is
Yet another term.

We laugh and smile,
When in the company of
Those we most value.

Even if and when
Things take a turn for the worse,
When our mood plummets,

When the world hurts us
And leaves us in great despair,
We can count on them,

To raise us back up,
To comfort and protect us,
As we would for them.