Skies of blue
Birds of yellow
A million chances
Of our glances
Across the room
Can you Hear me croon?
~Butterflies when you guffaw~
Glances migrating back and forth
Infatuation's birth and growth
The fruits of this tree
Never knew
That it shall be crushed adieu
32_Silver ties
Skies of blue
Birds of yellow
A million chances
Of our glances
Across the room
Can you Hear me croon?
~Butterflies when you guffaw~
Glances migrating back and forth
Infatuation's birth and growth
The fruits of this tree
Never knew
That it shall be crushed adieu