Love Is Like Wings of Butterfly
Love is like wings of butterfly
in winter, it is frail, it's like remembrance,
I need it so, oh, god, I want to try
caress, attention, and I need no temperance.
Yet it does not want to give me its light
And I'm afraid to fall in dirt so easy,
Oh, you will know my worlds, we'll start the flight
despising fears over the men who're busy.
Love, there're no enemies and friends,
There's drama and I wait for evil,
Release your passion, passion never ends,
Inspire me and my undying fever.
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