“Good morning, Butterfly”

Nine…
I asked for no one at nine,
but I see you, Butterfly.

Nine…
I didn’t ask to see you at nine,
but I’m here with you, Butterfly.

Fly…
When will you fly back to your Valentine?
When will you let your love freely fly?

Fly…
When will you fly to be my Valentine?
When I fly to be your Sunshine?

Shine…
and I’ll say “Hello” that’s never meant for goodbye,
and I’ll say “Sweet Dreams” in every goodnight,
and to whisper “Hello, Love” when the morning sun shines,
and “Hello, Beautiful” when you wake up next to mine.

“Good morning, Butterfly.”