Honey on your lips I kiss it so I can taste sweetness- When you walk- You glide, feet too tender to touch the ground- So gentle, even callous hearts melt in privacy- No friction, she’s not fiction- Soul sipping the cup of love- She’s never a day older- Cause she’s to busy feeling younger- You can’t love her to much- She’s a butterfly- She’ll slip thru your fingers- The first time you think- She’s yours- The butterfly flies away-Birth sign: Libra
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