If I could, I’d trap these damn butterflies

That you plant in my insides

Every time I see your smile

Directed at me,

Just for me…

And I’d dip them in formaldehyde

And I’d pin them in a gilded frame

Maybe I’d hang them,

With a light on their painted wings

For everyone to ask where I found

Such impeccable specimen

If I could, I’d press your morning kisses

Into a book and keep them forever

They would live on our coffee table

Reminding us not to stay up too late

I would preserve every fit of laughter

In varnish and use them as kitchen tiles

And I’d line the walls with every song

That reminds me of you

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