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The Stranger He'd Never Know


Dear Mr. Butterfly,

 

I would always be the stranger you'd never know

With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall

Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow

I was shot and you were chosen amongst all

 

With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall

The arrow's filled with desire, so I fell more

I was shot and you were chosen amongst all

Every thoughts of mine were about you, for sure

 

The arrow's filled with desire, so I fell more

With your style, smile and your overflowing charm

Every thoughts of mine were about you, for sure

My fragile heart was bursting, needing a pharm

 

Feelings were heightened as if eating a donut

Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow

The thought of reaching you almost occured, but

I would always be the stranger you'd never know

 

Sincerely yours,
Ms. Stranger

 

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