He thought she was cute. He was looking at Emily Prentiss. She smiled at him and sighed softly. It was love at first sight for him, the one and only Mick Rawson. They both loved the colour of their eyes, their hair, their clothes, their voices, and their faces, and the like. Mick was trying to figure what she was in his mind. She wasn't a dove, a flower, a diamond, a fluffy cloud… no, she was a butterfly…
She has touched my heart.
She is beautiful,
I think I love her, but I don't know,
If she loves me or not.
I want you to be in my heart,
Emily, you are a butterfly to me.
You are calm but you sting like a bee.
I love you, my Butterfly.