When we choose to love We offer up our precious heart In exchange for those of a thousand and one butterflies
Some fly so high, their wings are scorched by the sun Many are lured into a candle's flame in which they will only burn And most others are blown far off course by gusty winds Never, ever to return
But if one fluttering butterfly, just a solitary one Were to reach its intended goal The taste of that most special blossom's nectar Would ennoble, nourish and enrich our famished soul Forever...
But wait, there's more... For on its glorious, celebrated, eagerly awaited return Might this winged angel not be followed By another's thousand and one butterflies With the nectar of our own boundless love As their most cherished and blessed goal.
