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The Butterflies
Their dream swept wings purposefully collide
Causing all my tranquil feeling to subside
Making every present moment sublime
Yet keeping me as nervous as the last time.
Now, holding back, I begin to realize
That you and I make splendid butterflies
Not knowing what the future had in store
I gladly turned the key, opened the door,
And stepped into a world I'd never known
Where nevermore I'd have to stand alone.
Now standing here I happily decree,
"these butterflies are still inside of me."
It hasn't been that long since I first felt,
Your tender touch that always makes me melt.
Still every day I wait for you to call
'Cause you're the one I'm missing most of all,
And when I feel my eyes about to weep
The butterflies will fallow me to sleep.
I like this poem baby! It uses the metaphor of butterflies in so many ways. You are so talented, and I am so lucky to have someone like you. So I will allow you to keep your butterflies, ok? But you did spell follow wrong in the last sentence unless fallow is a word, and I'm an idiot. Either way, I love you.