"Butterflies"
For it was on a summer’s night,
She felt this way.
The dark sky showed off the moonlight,
As it was white with a shade of gray.
She saw the distant ocean,
As the city lights sparked that hour.
Yet it was he that flared her emotion,
Which was like a wildflower.
Time was the only concern,
Which made them leave.
However, that moment made her yearn
Something other than grieve.
This feeling made her bubbly,
As if it was meant to be.
Just like peanut butter and jelly,
She never wanted this the leave.

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