And they danced round and round her head

I watched the yellow butterflies

dance round and round her head

and in her smile and her eyes

no more about her beauty could be said

when she's smiling and her eyes smile too

and the whole room suddenly lights

though there's some ungrateful b*****d

who holds her all those nights

tho' for now and maybe forever

across a distance no matter how far

I shall sleep and dream and hope

that one day align amongst those star

that maybe a cup of coffee

something as simple as a tea

a meeting that is so desired

and in person shall I see

those lovely yellow dancin' butterflies

that dance round and round her head

and I shall see her smile and her eyes

everything more about her beauty will be said

--william paris