The effect of some people...

Really, the effect some people have on me. I could write sonettes about the butterflies they create, about how they make my hands shake and my heart beat like a drum, my cheeks flush bright red like the shepherd's sky, how my mouth goes dry and my eyes avoid contact lest anyone should catch even the slightest glimpse of this chaos within me. It's not love, it's definetly not love. Love is a positive, creative force. This on the other hand is the very core of darkness and destruction. In the words of Eric Idle; oh what a silly bunt.