Butterflies

I get lost on purpose,
for us is such a tasteful notion,
for the thought of recreating us has been too tempting,
for I love us more than the idea of heaven,
so gimme gimme butterflies, baby.

Spicing up our love potion,
with a few drops of sleeping potion,
casts the most unbreakable vow,
which shall send us down the rabbit hole
into our eternal fantasy.