I don’t wanna be somebody you cherish,
I wanna gloom in your garden like a bloom,
as you’re the only fetish.
When you come closer to me,
I feel sensations that I couldn’t suppress in my abdomen,
butterflies are lesser flying
but you make me grin like a honeybee, darling.
These trees are making me blush,
leaves falling in your devotion,
darling, it’s a crush!