Elegance on paper wings,
Majestic, slight and fine.
Manifest allure and aim,
Afloat amid your breath.
Tender flight of beating wings,
Honest flutter of a dream.
I pledge to you with livened heart,
Sincerely, I am lost.
Inscribing midnight in your name,
Scarlet rose among the dusk.
For all the words I never say,
Or silent butterflies,
Rapture whispers softly, after all.
Yet I can feel the fluttering of youth,
Of midnight fantasy and awe.
Under every loving word, the dreamer waits for you.