Tables full, all the dishes aloft;
Here the man awaits, named Craig;
I saw him first and saw him last,
The cherished smile, enlarged eyes,
A dashing look. A big guy, no doubt;
My eyes would wander opposite,
But his would cast itself downward,
Then I would ask whilst eating here,
Why the silence from him is so nigh;
He would ask that he always had a kink,
So I took a jar from my bag and set aside,
Looked upon he saw the need within,
I tamed this butterfly for a while now,
These are the ways we go about love,
When he placed it on my forehead
Those wings I saw wide now spread wide.
When he asked what I thought of it,
I then smiled, and this time, my eyes widened.
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