Love is like a butterfly
your heart flutters like his wings
can’t stop it if you even try
but oh, what joy it brings.
Multicoloured like his coat
love shines through the mist
others may sit and try to gloat
but there not the ones who kissed.
The Butterfly tries to keep in touch
with all the pretty flowers
also tries so very much
to while away the hours.
We do the same when where in love
our feelings shown by our smile
to fit our hearts inside some sort of glove
and protect it all the while.
We flit from partner to partner;
it’s a habit I suppose
just like the Butterfly and his flowers
and our hearts always stops and goes
in as many hours.
Our feelings are so beautiful
like the Butterfly’s wings
makes us much more dutiful
and our heart beats fast and sings.
That feeling of true love it seems
is rich beyond compare
like our friendly Butterfly
we hardly know we are there.