Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase,
and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze.
I dreamed a butterfly in golden days,
when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze.

I remember the first meeting with you,
I saw the blue deep eyes, 
On blossomed blankets of the fields, we’d laze,
and into one another’s eyes, we’d gaze,
That was the day, we fell in love.

My love and I, as April had her fling.
I dreamed of a butterfly on the wing.
I can feel you around me, when you are not there,
in love everything is fair. Just wanna say,
I love you dear; Aprils here.