Early in the morning, I found you kissing the flowers,
So passionate, so intense;
It never appeared that you were drinking nectar.
Allow me to touch you with a watery feather,
Allow me to look into your eyes slowly,
Allow me to talk to you in a feeble voice.
I spent my childhood running behind you,
I wished to touch you and kiss you,
I wished to talk to you and be friends with you.
But you kept flying away from me,
You thought that I was scary,
You never gave me a chance.
Allow me to enter your heart like a smiling kid,
Allow me to touch your delicate eyelashes with mine,
Allow me talk to you like your childhood friend.
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