Crystal Palace

They call it butterflies, they call it butterfingers, they call it tickles, they call it a lot of other things;
none of which fit.

I will call it a crystal which
Carved itself into a Palace.
I will call it a crystal which
Bluffs itself to be a diamond.
I will call it a crystal which
Only You made it to be.
I will call it magic which
Only you cast on me.

Tens & Hundreds of people populate my Life.

Look outside this Palace,
Citadel after Citadel,
They stay there.

Look back inside,
You will find me & You &
Nobody else.

It stand tall, this Palace, all so daunting and all so shimmering. Yet, there is nothing more delicate.

My heart is a Crystal Palace, and
You are its Queen.