fireflies

Back To The Teens

fireflies
Not the days in a year,
Or the hours in a day;
But the times you are here,
And the moments you stay;

With butterflies in my stomach,
And my feet off the ground;
Like the fireflies in my dreams,
You take me back to the teens.

Not the riches of this world,
Or the worth of the gold;
But the happiness you bring,
And the joyfulness you spring;

All the time, every single day,
You make me feel this way;
Together we will be extraordinary
But I’m obligated to keep it solitary

Cheers!
Hammett
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