You float in and out,
on such ethereal ways,
you with your devilish smile,
and your guile that carries you through the days,
you float in and out on such ethereal ways,
because your mind is a butterfly,
and butterfly I call you,
and your mind,
it touches lightly on certain subjects,
for such a short time,
such a short time,
that how much you get from them,
I cannot say,
yes, you float in and out,
on such ethereal ways,
and I watch you think,
and I see in your eyes,
the depths of your soul,
for your heart is solid and true,
and the intensity,
of those eyes so blue,
oh, what a wonder,
what a wonder,
yes, oh butterfly,
those eyes they pierce me right through,
yes, they pierce through me,
like a light through the night,
and like the sun,
through the sky so blue,
but what you think,
when you think,
I cannot say it is true,
and when you speak,
when you speak you are so elegant,
and I am wrapped up in your words,
for from seemingly such little thought,
you cavort,
with such evocative language,
and of such a books worth,
that elucidates every second of your thoughts,
thoughts that run so fast,
without a pause,
thoughts that make you smile,
thoughts that light up your eyes,
and thoughts that ease my cares away,
and in them I am educated,
and with you,
with you,
I fall deeper in love,
deeper in love,
every day.
