A "Private" moment

Looking across this crowded room I see only you.
I don't care who hears or sees, but I know you do,
So I lean forward and whisper something in your ear,
And your smile tickles my insides when you say "Oh dear!"
As I remind you how last night you had me stuttering,
While in the pit of my stomach your wings are still fluttering.

Be still Butterfli!

I want to kiss you now but this is not the place,
So I give you a postcard that puts a bigger smile on your face:

A man and a woman, dressed in white, standing barefoot on a sandy beach, facing the setting sun together. Sunsets are so symbolic. What does it all mean? I wonder...