Focus it's your eyes,
That dont always need to be on butterflies.
There are words lovers share,
Things that only we know to care.

Help us to understand what we have together,
Always there even in bad weather.
The butterfies never made a sound,
But they are around.

It's time to stop gazing and put down your net,
Because you know things even in my silence i bet.
I wouldnt release your butterflies to anyone ever,
So where are my butterflies never.

So when you see one fly by,
It's only meant for your eye.
sometimes things happen for a reason,
But to trust was never treason.