Butterflies and Bees
Days of honey and honeymoon
I get butterflies when there are thoughts of you
Time and place feels endless
Wings of love to carry us
When the days are not to sweet,
we can find a place to meet.
'Cause darling, sugar dumpling, our love is unique.
We explore the layers and depths of each other with compassion and understanding.
These wings are meant to carry us...never landing.
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