Lost in Love
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A world so bright with colours so vivid,
And winds of scent that never stay placid,
To a world fresh filled with much delight,
A butterfly young begins its graceful flight.
To a world fresh filled with much delight,
A butterfly young begins its graceful flight.
The glorious, majestic, and glamorous sun,
He falls for none but that fierce one,
His wings do feel those scorching rays of hers,
But love is madness, one deceiving curse.
He falls for none but that fierce one,
His wings do feel those scorching rays of hers,
But love is madness, one deceiving curse.
And of course a wade through pools of moonlight,
Amidst the soothing air she brings with night,
Wash away those burns leaving little behind,
Yet unseen is the moon to his lost mind.
Amidst the soothing air she brings with night,
Wash away those burns leaving little behind,
Yet unseen is the moon to his lost mind.
The butterfly too begins to roam in despair,
Soon amused by flowers, fleeting yet so fair,
The moon he misses, so soothing and kind,
But she’s no sun, he must leave both behind,
The flowers it is, he makes up his mind,
Drunk on their nectar he lives happy but blind.
Soon amused by flowers, fleeting yet so fair,
The moon he misses, so soothing and kind,
But she’s no sun, he must leave both behind,
The flowers it is, he makes up his mind,
Drunk on their nectar he lives happy but blind.
