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When you hear "butterflies"
What do you think?

Do you think of their beautiful wings
Or knots in your nervous tummy?

Do you think of perfection
Or of a struggle you want to confess?

You know wanna I think of?
Read the first word again.

Now why?
Why do I think of you?

You're beautiful
You give me nervous feelings

You're a perfect window of what I want
And a love I want to confess

You're a butterfly
And more importantly

You're my butterfly