Flitting from flower to flower,
I’m like the butterfly you see.
Freeing myself in a jiffy,
From the beauty ablaze in thee.
I feel like I’m an angel,
You’ve never seen me, but believe too.
It’s never the nostalgia,
That hits me like a brick wall in through.
It may never be the tears,
Stinging like the bee in my eye,
I may never make sense this way,
But do I ever make you fly?