My eyes on you,
It's all I ever want to see,
A small part of me wants to be inside of you,
That emotional thrill,
The physical meal,
Trampling your heart,
Like a little flower who has finally blossomed,
Spread inside of you is a piece of me,
Then comes out a butterfly without its wings,
But I press on and out comes the little dove,
And now I know how to fly,
Just maybe you now know a little about my love,
So we carry on through the rain,
And on the other side of the sun,
We remain lost hand in hand.
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