If you really think about it
Something that is so sweet
Everytime you are in my presence
You should feel how hard my heart beats
My little butterfly always flies away
You elude my nets
The way you weave and sway
As I sit and think, man I am tired
Maybe my butterfly is not meant to be caught
Just simply to look at and admire
So I admire my beautiful butterfly from afar
Until I can open up a mind
To me and may all her thoughts concerning me stay ajar
Never to be mistaken for a bee
Or even a fly
You are too beautiful for that
And you will always be
My little butterfly
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