The Ever-Loving Butterfly's Kiss

I brought her a dozen of sugar sweet cherries From the perennial field; a gift for a kiss to begin with; And I know I’ll joy the redness from those plump lips As they smile teasingly as I stand with hands in front of me. Sunlight sparkles inside bright teeth, while cherries like bubbles With fun and so sexy bring no response to my acclimated wait; But love shines all around amid candor-filled butterflies Start flying all inside me and the light in her eyes always sparkling in hope. I am struggling like a silly boy. Shall I ask her for a dozen of kiss? Or Shall I ask her just for one to live a minute more? Scampering busily I go, merrily spinning about my head and heart at once As I am dancing staggering dizzily with tinny breath; My arms outstretched with mouth opens so I might feel The glittering world vanishes under my feet in front of this first kiss.