Butterflies flies within your reach.
You're in love.
And in a way you deserves to be.
When love begins, you're not aware of its ending.

You talk constantly about them.
Too much to some friends that they call it an infaturation.
They doubt the whole situation.
Least, when love begins.

You notice the happiness within you.
You feel it.
You're aware of it.
And there's no one to make you regret it.
When love begins

There'll be times when friends won't be number one.
You instantly wants to spend time, with that certain someone.
While alerting to others you're in love.
When loves begins.

Jealousy turns it head.
When loves begins.
Just watch those that speaks negative until it ends.