A Beautiful Butterfly
A Beautiful Butterfly
What it was that I would realize
Entertained became by your eyes
When I saw such colorful cheeks
Moved smoothly when each speaks.
Her hair casually flowed in the air
Hours and hours could sit and stare
And light in each strand reflected
She is perfect woman who I selected.
With elegance was highly enchanted
Never assumed or took for granted
On her presence had wanted to rely
Ended up being a beautiful butterfly.
Jim Horn
Was reading some love poems and
decided to write this one.
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