Two butterflies in spring
Chasing each other among the trees
Gaily flying over the season’s blooms;
Somehow they remind me of you
And how I had implored to wait
For me to pray about us.
What is it about us and butterflies?
Perhaps it’s the wings of flight;
And how you tried to stay around
But I let you fly away
To another bountiful season
Far from our never ending spring.
And the endlessness of the sky
Brings our flight to cross;
With each, I am ever grateful
I know your season is filled
With endless summer roses
And sweet smelling fruits
But you see me too,
My wings unclipped and still
Chasing after each new bloom;
My eyes sparkle with more flight
My heart beats in thousand melodies
And my wings more powerful than ever.
We both know I was right
And happiness has been becoming
Where wings of…
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