The Butterfly and the Rose

You are the rose,


I am your butterfly,


Every now and then,


On your bosom I lie.



 Your fragrance keeps me alive,


Your angel-like-radiance makes me glad,


When the vigorous wind keeps me away from you,


Like a flood victim, I feel utterly sad.


 

I am because you are,

 

We are meant for each other!

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