Dear Mr. Butterfly,

I would always be the stranger you'd never know

With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall

Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow

I was shot and you were chosen amongst all

With the hue of your eyes, I started to fall

The arrow's filled with desire, so I fell more

I was shot and you were chosen amongst all

Every thoughts of mine were about you, for sure

The arrow's filled with desire, so I fell more

With your style, smile and your overflowing charm

Every thoughts of mine were about you, for sure

My fragile heart was bursting, needing a pharm

Feelings were heightened as if eating a donut

Perhaps the fault of cupid's bow and arrow

The thought of reaching you almost occured, but

I would always be the stranger you'd never know

Sincerely yours,
Ms. Stranger