she and the butterflies in the field

in the field, there's a tree

walk away, you'll be free

i see butterflies over there

for them i pluck flowers with my hands bare,

there's something missing, what's that?

oh! i forgot to say, i've a cat,

but she ran behind the butterflies

i promise, i saw that thrice

And 

there's the girl standing under the mistletoe, 

umm i blushed and said hello!

she's the one i loved the most,

she's the reason behind the poems i wrote, 

at the end i'm Jack and she's Rose.