Flowers
My heart begins to flutter...
My heart begins to flutter
When you walk in the door
For I know that you know
What I am waiting for

A gentle squeeze of my soul,
A butterfly kiss on my cheek
Those sweet terms of endearment
That make my knees go weak

You bring in my sunshine
And the moon to my night
The gentle breeze that tells me
That everything is right.

Janet Mifsud

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