| Who knows what will come of this, The butterflies whirl round and round Almost dancing That frenzied dance The aprehension, the what if´s, the when´s Everytime I see him, The dance begins again Whirling, tumbling The slight fear when our eyes meet Then quickly look away Not knowing what to say Childhood innocence Lost in a world of butterflies But then that lost little girl grows up She realizes the butterflies won´t go away Now as she slowly finds her way The butterflies still remain Now part of her, they dance The colour of his eyes The expression on his face The movement of his hands Unknowingly he touches her heart Those quick glances that might not mean a thing The words almost heard The thoughts almost read And the butterflies keep up their dance Never ending, always new |