Butterflies are flying
Fleas are fleeing.
My love for you is not a lover
but a promise
that I shall keep for ever and ever.
For now I must leave you
but a promise is a promise
and I shall keep it .
My love for you is not a lover but a field full of love.
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I really enjoyed my visit to your school. Great poem.