Round and round fly

The butterflies

In the blades of the swaying grass

She spins




The Butterflies

I want to walk over to her

But I resist and just look

She so beautiful

In her flowered white dress

No doubt to attract

The Butterflies

She loves them all

The yellow


And even the blues too

I sit in the grass and stare

At the woman I’ll say

“I do” to

Walking over

I create a stir

Sending into the air

The Butterflies

I hold her and kiss her

She melts in my arms

But I hold her tight

I look into her eyes

As we are encircled by love

And the flight of

Th3 Butterflies

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