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A soft touch,
a fleeting glance,
quiet whispers,
and a chance.

The perfect time,
a perfect day;
a chance to show,
my way to say

The things I feel
are giving rise
to an eruption
of butterflies.

Lean in now,
the time has come.
Two souls unite
and join as one.

A kiss so gentle,
so wonderf’lly sweet;
surpassed by nothing;
a tender treat.

Our lips separate,
our time is gone.
I bid thee adieu;
here comes the dawn.

I hope you see
what I do:
how you impact me,
and I, you.

So as we part
on this perfect day,
my chance to show,
my way to say

The things I feel
are giving rise
to an eruption
of butterflies.





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