She's the magic

Every single minute all you do is a minute thing that's more than an amusement,
A butterfly sucking pollen grains her smile and laughter leaves glitters in my eye that's all remains,
I wish I could have her maybe then I could be able to brush her mushy lip tip,
I wish I was close to her maybe then I could give her a warm tight hug and words from my heart,
All pet name for a pert lady like her is not enough but it is never belittle you bet,
Neither goodbye just hands tied till I see her again I guess I have to hold my breathe for a while.