My Butterfly Lover
He is the nectar that draws and feeds
He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds
Entice the kisses of my butterfly wings; love
Fly from doubts, made in chrysalis ; my dove
Softly the breeze guiding you and I
As we endlessly seek, knowing the sky
Empty for filling the reason our hunger be
Healing: your love bringing hope, from heart's debris
You are joy's flower, set apart from the weeds
You are my love; intriguing, lovely, much more than my heart needs.
Our season of reason will be eternal for:
He is the nectar that draws and feeds,
He is the pollen that grips and the flower that seeds,
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