Butterflies, Sparkles, and Twinkles

It is I who completes me, but it is he who fulfills me. Somehow I've come to absorb him through my finger tips as I touch him and his aura has liquefied and become one with me. He has traveled through my being and has kissed every artery, every  cell, each aorta and with that he has ignited me. He has become the catalyst that sets me out to flourish into my full potential. He's infiltrated my brain and has set up camp. He makes me think I'm beautiful and makes sure I smile daily. He holds me tight, so that I can't slip away and makes sure to entertain my foolishness.  I will not ask to be excused for being filled with butterflies as I think of him. & I will not cover up the Sparkles that are generated when we are together. & I will not allow the dimming of the twinkles in his eyes for it is he that places those in mine. 
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