Diaries From Heaven:

I'm sending you a message
These thoughts upon my mind,
And how all of our memories
Have survived the time.

I pick a pretty butterfly
I pluck him from the sky,
I tell him all my secrets
These sparkles in my eyes.

Oh pretty little butterfly
My precious little guide,
I got a journal for you
These feelings on my mind.

Tell her how I love her
Tell her what I feel,
Tell her how my heart beats
From all these cartwheels.

Tell her how I miss her
Tell her why I do,
Break it to her heart
And make her believe it too.

Tell her how I'm longing
To see her face again,
Tell her how her beauty
Makes both my eyeballs spin.

Tell her what my name is
Then lock it behind a key,
But dare let her read it
If she cares not for me.