I try to hide from public view
The feelings that I have for you;
But it is hard to hide my pride;
It’s hard to keep the love inside.

When you are caught in perfect light,
I start to lose my sense of sight;
It’s like my eye has gone awry;
I picture you a butterfly.

Some people hate the promise land;
They would give God a reprimand
For making such a lovely thing –
Your eyes shine like a diamond ring.

These eyes of mine begin to roll;
I don’t know why I lose control;
Perhaps I flit because I see
A butterfly in front of me.