The butterfly of the moon heart
The butterfly of the moon heart
Each petal
Is just another dream heart of the rose
Bubble.
The dream of a moon
The dream of the moon
Reaches up to the sky
Just like a confetti party
In the sky.
The one with the heart of her Rosyred moon
The one with all the cues
Comes up just like the butterfly
Of the hearts Rosyred moon.
The heart of the one she loves
She loves to love
Even more than her soul
Can bear
But she loves to dance to the music
Of love in the arms of him
The BlueMoon of her love.
The language of love in his voice
Just like the sounds of music
He is the only voice of love
That she dances to
And that is just because
He speaks the language of love.
The girl of the dreams with the heart key
The girl of the dreams
Is the only key
To the heart of you.
Tied in a bow of roses
Tied in a bow of roses
All wrapped like a present
Just on the bun of a girl
Who is like a butterfly.
Grabbing the rose by the hand
Grabbing the rose
By the hand
Before it flies away like
A butterfly.
Losing the thorns to love the rose
I needed to lose the thorns
To fall in love with
The moon of the rose
And the fantasy of a dream.
To love the butterfly
To love the butterfly
Is like loving the rose
Without the thorns.
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The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
