Something’s afoot
Of this I am sure
Of exactly what
I’m not

When my eyes catch a glimpse
My heart skips a beat
And briefly butterflies fly

When she moves
I am drawn
When she stops
I am drawn
When she smiles
I am drawn
When she cries
I am drawn
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There is warmth
There is prospect.
There is stock
In imminent return

There is firm retribution
There is cold creeping in!
In leaving
In wretched departure

There is joy in re-joining
There is heartening

When firm is footfall
And sweet singing sounds
Summer is coming
There my love is found