What woman does love theses days',
In a world that is only full of odd phase.
We do find a treasure no wealth can buy,
It is rare as rare as the most rarest butterfly.
We look, we read , we hear , we see,
We wish, we wish for the next words.
As a heart is,
What is stood upon this book?.
No heart have we met that is the same as this,
How can this be?,
Who is she?.
The most well understood,
Amongst them that fly,
Like the rarest of the butterflies.
We are seemingly flying together,
Lets fly.
