She came to me, sweet butterfly
Softly, gently flower to flower.
Her wings enveloped with delight,
At my time to fill her lips, for
Nectar sweet I had to give
And give I did with all my heart.
A magic moment, just as
Fast as wings aflutter
Left a memory that lasts
And harbors still within my dreams.
I never knew to which new
Rose or daffodil or other garden.
It was enough to feel the brushing
Of her lovely wings.
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