Love Is Like Wings of Butterfly

Love is like wings of butterfly in winter, it is frail, it's like remembrance, I need it so, oh, god, I want to try caress, attention, and I need no temperance. Yet it does not want to give me its light And I'm afraid to fall in dirt so easy, Oh, you will know my worlds, we'll start the flight despising fears over the men who're busy. Love, there're no enemies and friends, There's drama and I wait for evil, Release your passion, passion never ends, Inspire me and my undying fever.