The butterfly and longing
Sits on my windowsill
It’s not out of the ordinary
Like time to kill
And it’s just a season
Of doing nothing at all
Talking to strangers
Over a brick wall
And talking to those
Close to my heart
Is like making a river
Resemble some art
Coz it’s all in the drawing 
And the perusal
I’m giving you love
And first refusal 
I’m giving you momentary
On the blink
You just make a choice
You don’t have to think
And furrow your brow
Into a line
You don’t have to be free
To call yourself mine
Only be truthful
Honest and real
Coz the heart that is yours
Was a steal