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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