Their faces dewy fresh, just out of school
The pair of girl and boy is dazzlingly beautiful
Frolicking in the wind the two butterflies
Laugh in life’s fullness, joys can’t disguise.
If years I could shed by a miracle’s windfall
Could go back to their times when dreams rule tall
I would pick her as my girl, her hair in red lace
Giggling wild in glee, her chubby freckled face.
I would be her boy she would love to be with
She would be my girl I would love in every breath
In that lovers’ trance we would never grow wise
But live in ignorant bliss of two butterflies.