(For Daleen)
It's on days like these that the summer sun
does get a own glory, where purity is
in the bright blue sky, where birds sing
as if they do truly love each other.
This morning I wanted to tell you immediately
how dearly I do love you
but when we talked my words was gone,
that moment was suddenly much too great
but the duties of both of us are calling,
the here and now becomes important
and I wanted to keep you with me,
as if these few hours could be everything
when feelings, love like butterflies
do constantly flutter around everywhere.
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