Butterfly

by Brian

I encountered a butterfly once,
My Queen, my Angel, my Sweet.
She was composed and fragile,
Lightning aggression.
She was my companion first.
Paramour next.

I am her bridge.
As rumors have it,  
We are ill fated.
We cannot, must not,
Allow unintelligent humans to trouble us.
We are humanistic.
We make mistakes.
We will make resolution.

She has the technique of a guardian angel.
She is unselfish.
She makes taintless perception.
She knows how to make me joyful.

Life, break away.
Hope you find what you need to find.
I have found what I need.
They say we're losing our minds,
You're leaving your manor to be with me.
I can't give you one.
Anywhere with you will be like Elysian fields.

When I first set eyes upon your splendor,
I saw you as my helpmate.
When I first met you,
I saw a princess.
When I first communicated with you,
I saw a queen.
When I first made love to you,
I saw a goddess.
You have given me something no other woman has ever,
You have made me a king.
You have a soft touch that drives me wild.
You have an exquisite way of making me whole.
You are the most astounding maiden in the entire universe.

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