my inspirations to the mountains of my love became butterflies,dear butterflies had a short life, but the important thing was to love you,💚
That touch was God’s loving caress of this fairy as my inspirations landed like butterflies in her heart.💚
your heart was to love the sun, unless love is born in the heart, if there were a million suns, there would be no light for my soul,💚
my beautiful butterflies bring greetings from my lover, there was no obstacle to inspiration,💚
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One question stays forever
Who’s the lover?
The one who kissed my neck?
Or the angel who guides me
Probably I’m a lover too
In my belongings to the highest
Yes my mind is always searching for answers
My heart is my temple and I put the question there
There are days that the old doors are open
Old feelings want to be seen
Insecurity takes it over for a while
And I forget to hear the singing butterfly
Yesterday it was clear now the question
The lover with the lions eye
So cherish myself the words
Sometimes I’m modest and shy and sometimes not
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