The butterflies went
from her stomach
to her head
and created a mess
up there.

'Cause,
He carried things
deep inside.
Only for him,
secrets to hide.
He was like a
mightily tree
with roots, deep,
not visible for
the eye to see.

All she could do was
to search through
his deep,
his secrets,
his thoughts.
Try to find
the way to his roots.
He was a mystery
to search
to find
to solve.
- The mystery
of his heart
and soul.

And her mind
was a chaos...